they are the things all around we cart
they are the things closest to the heart
they are the things most often regretted.
sometimes the thing we fear the most
when the lips would no longer be able to hide
would no longer be able to contain
secrets coming out like a rushing tide
like a broken dam
like a broken prison gate
like a broken heart
well at least then the concealed
can at the very last be revealed
basking itself in the light of day
till finally there will be nothing left to say
till finally
i will be free
"All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets." -Cory Doctorow
"baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart
baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart
baby you've got the sort of laugh that waters me
and makes me grow strong and tall and proud then flattens me"
