There's a truth not many know
About the world while you're asleep
That the wind slips through your window
To steal the secrets that you keep
And if you don't believe me
Then your welcome to your doubt
But have you never stopped to wonder
What it's whispering about?
Could make the tree tops bend and sway
But the weight of all the words
That no one ever dared to say?
And since it's while you're sleeping
Secrets are easiest to take
It's no surprise those with the deepest
Are the one kept wide awake
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
