Upon my neck
About both my beings
Loops a silver chain
Of spoken words
And silent meanings
Padlocked by a heart
Marred by
Reality scars
With silver trimmings.
Upon my neck
Within my being
I hold two keys:
Both for
the demons and secrets I keep
And one for
The day my soul finds hands
Worthy of me.
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Just Call Me Secret
PoetryThey say that I'm a mystery,but I'm just Secret-I'm just me. Just synchronize your mind to me. Oh,and don't worry about my real name-just call me Secret.It may be an alias,but it's just as real as my birth name. Welcome to the beautiful hot mess tha...
