secrets
Secrets
I have you
My friends say it's childish
My secrets
My thoughts
Locked away in your wrinkled spirit
Secrets are crude things
No one have to confess them
No one really wants to discern your secrets
Because they would find your truth
So i write to you
Knowing that you'll take my secrets
Close you up and slide below my bed
Letting the words be enclosed in the darkness
Because the truth is in black-n-white
And i'm assured that you
Won’t judge me in the matter that they will
(this was when i was in pain, im getting better, good right?)
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Jaydenthatonedude
Hello welcome to my page im not really special, just that one person that is confused by there gender and is pansexual, its nice. I mostly write depressing poems. All these are my poems ok if there not i say so and give them credit, ok? So no yelling i get enough of that. If you want you can comment ideas or comments bout my poems, please and thanks! :3 well bye thank you again! xd
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