Secrets...
they're what takes our light that shine so bright and turns them dimm,
when our own are shed we act as if trust is all but died and yet all they do is spred,
they help us create our own story and they are the first to help us destroy,
we give to all untill they're no more and yet they're all we live for.
secrets might not be ours to tell but we do it oh so well....
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poems
Poetrythis are my original poems from different points in my life. Some maybe more basic then others and I do not tend to update this as much as i should.
