Buried secrets

Standing in a crowd I held your hand

Amidst the crowd I yelled my secret

I told everyone what was wrong with me

I told them everything that flowed into my head

I told them the thoughts that we're consuming my life

I told them all

I told them

But when I looked down

You we're no longer holding my hand

And you faded into the crowd



  • Evie.36

    I love this

  • Candlewitch

    it just goes to show, that some people cannot handle the excellent expression of your emotions!

    *hugs, Cat

  • Shadowbox15

    This is precisely the reason I write poetry. Because paper can handle my darkest truths and keep it secret.

  • clareuk


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