I'll hide secrets in my collarbones, after all, no one really has to know.
I'll hide it in shoulder blades, these understandings cannot be weighed;
Hiddenly obvious, that's just the way it is, wrapped up, disguised, masked by all of 'this',
Merely a concept, a passing thought, maybe I'll continue, maybe I won't,
But it's all a secret, you see, one that will stay, hidden in me.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
