For you, the secret keeper who needs a little more room to breathe, lest you lose all sanity.
Do you know how many they are, and how quiet they lie within me?
Creeping across my universe like stars, waiting to shine across empty seas,
To reach the shores that you will find, and as you wonder what they really are,
The secrets hidden within my playful mind, twinkling wonders without par.
Be quiet and you might even hear them, their whispers guiding my heartbeats,
These little words are bright as gems, priceless for what they contain and mean,
What wonders they hold beyond compare, they unlock new horizons across your eyes,
Yet these secret things seek them if you dare, kept they are within me, behind a disguise.
But when you hold the sun so close, do you not feel heat and it's burning touch?
Such is true with each of these I'd chosen, to grasp them so tightly I lose so much.
The fear that they may escape my hands, and spill into display for all to see,
Is what always keeps me in the stands, as I watch and wait as their eyes are on me.
A burden held within the soul is what, each of these becomes each passing day,
These things in heart are always known as shut, hidden from the world to our dismay,
Secrets are known to be the chest and key, the prison bars and the freedom outside,
They cage the heart and silence the plea, keeping curiosity exiled from the mind.
Yet we all are secret keepers to some point, and we do this better than most I say,
The secrets kept within us are all joined, they've formed a web entangling the grey,
The matter which fills the crevices in our heads, caught within the complexity we keep,
Soon stretches through our fibers and our threads, what secrets make you do they seep?
Let us not make secrets our lives, stop them if you start to catch yourself sinking,
Into the deeper frays which divide, our hearts into hidden words and wishful thinking,
A secret is something unique but power it holds, be wary of it's clutches my dear friend,
They burrow deep within the psyche knocking on the soul, do let them go lest you end.
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
