Hidden Secrets

January 28, 2016

I feel the spin trembel under thee hands

Hidden stories beneth the ink

Romance, heartbreak, pain and sorrow

Tears stain the parchment like salt on a wound

How does one breath without me

I am a diary or a journal

I am the soul with no eyes

I see but my secrets are kept hidden until the keeper opens me

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