*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S I wrote a poetry through the heart of a secret-keeper back when I was twelve. I wrote this again, the same image, just different words, and memories.
This is random and heart-felt at the same time, if that makes sense. I love it, because I feel there is something behind the words that you can feel if you try to grasp their meanings.
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Of all the secerts my heart has kept, None has hurt, quite as much, As this one does, burning my heart.
It quite never stops, shoving a different side of pain towards me, A single secret, with too many sides.
Sometimes I cry, I let my tears run free. And they help with the ache inside me. But in those days, when my eyes remain dry, Inside, what I feel, beccomes too achingly confusing.
Like a poetry book, unopened, unwritten, Like it is meant to be, but holding that desire, To write it all down, though being unable to.
And some secrets hurt far too much. While others hurt less. And this heart inside, Cries and begs.
I need to tell these secrets of mine. Write them down, paint them. To make this heart feel less heavy, Less full at times, and the other times, Less empty.
But I still remain a good secret-keeper, For my secrects stay safe, untold, felt. And while each tear of mine, Clearly implies, how each can hurt me. They remain, untold, those secrets of mine. Inside me.
