A Fearful Silence.
My favorite thing is when I am held close-
To your face.
When you hold me and keep me close-
To you.
I am scared of falling.
Shattering and breaking because you could not care enough-
To catch me.
My secret is what lies within me.
All the information and conversations being had through me,
They are my secrets to forever hold.
My future wish to hold is a place where you hold me.
Where you make sure I never fall.
And you are telling me all your secrets.
My future would be to talk back to you.
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