A truth

Not

A secret is;

Every utterance gets filtered by compulsion,

I don’t dare say too much, reveal, or admit.

So I’ve learned how to converse, while letting little pass these lips

 

it’s harrowing;

Around you, the precautions slip,

and thoughts flow freely into the air.

For you, words are worth the risk

 

it’s tearful;

I’ve spent so long, keeping sentences quiet, afraid of saying what’s true

 

A truth is;

I can’t believe, how many true things I’ve said to you

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  • Katie B.

    Resonates with me. I have to keep my lips shut with certain people. Ends with a bang.

  • sorenbarrett

    A frank and open statement in poetic form. Well done

  • Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏

    I need to work on saying less… nobody really listens anyway



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