There's a book I kept locked away in hiding,
I'd write in there my poems, thoughts and words.
It was worn and old, its pages stained from writing,
Inside were words and thoughts never heard.

There was a book that some one found while searching,
It broke my heart, as each page was flicked through.
Misunderstood, incomprehensible feelings,
I burnt those thought stained pages, away they flew.

In my mind the words still linger, fleeting,
They're nothing more than memories that cause pain.
For they're truth, and simple courage of they're purpose,
Painful so, In my head they will remain.



My thoughts, you can't touch them there.

         Safe in my mind, never yours, only mine.

You defiled my secrets and lost my trust.

         It flew away with the burnt pages on the wind.