A trust is built upon the years
Midnight truths muffled by the chorus of fears
Sealed with a digit but held with a heart
No filters to silence this work of art
Nerves splattered among a blank page
Written in blood, no ink remains,
A secret, made to promise to keep it safe,
Lips held to a zipper within a mind that's meant to erase.
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Words We Can't Say
PoetryA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
