October Seventh
October seventh, the day I faced my fears
October seventh, the day I cried out of fear then happiness
October seventh, the day were I stopped crying myself to sleep out of fear
October seventh, the day where I could have choked on my on self-made fears
October seventh, the day where I couldn’t stop smiling
October seventh, the day I first told my biggest secret
On October seventh I told a secret
A secret that I’m too afraid to let any know
That day I told someone I trust
On October seventh, I told a secret no one will hear for along time.
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My Little Book of Poems
PoetryThis is where I put my thoughts, fears, secrets. But with only one catch I monter and filter them some of the time.
