Everyone has little things,
Words fluttering by on their silent wings.
Things no one could ever know,
For with these words what disaster they could sow.
These words are so quiet and there's few you trust,
But betrayal is inevitable no matter how unjust.
Despite all this and despite the risk,
There are secrets that should be told in our midst.
Secrets while they can cause harm,
They heal and can help others keep you warm.
Secrets are violent words on their poisonous wings,
And no one but the betrayed understands what harm it brings.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
