I thought I was safe,
In those big arms of yours.
I was your favourite,
Wish I never was.
Scars are deep,
No eyes can see.
A past I can't bear,
It'll kill me I swear.
I'd rather it kept hidden,
A secret left unknown.
The world doesn't need to know,
About what happened long ago.
Just a little girl,
At the time of this event.
I hope the past stays buried,
Even when I'm dead.
Although, one person knows.
Will it stay that way?
I hope the truth that happened,
never sees the day.
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Deep Thoughts
PoetryMy poems that I'd like to share. I started writing poems when I was nineteen. Since I was a child, I've always written my thoughts down, as I'm not a verbal person. I never open up about my feelings, unless I have a pen in my hand. I didn't think a...
