These thoughts of mine you see,
Are not mine to keep,
Hidden away under lock and key,
When read, they slither and creep,

Into the hearts of those who eyes have darted through the words,
This emotion I hide away is universal,
Everyone feels the same at a time i their life, from hero's to cowards.
They are prisoners of one mind, but put on repeat through rehearsal.
They echo through eternity, understood by all.
Unable to be contained, they dance through the heart, hoping to find lingering pieces to enthrall.
Only to pierce through, thrown like a dart.
This is how poet's can change your view,
or rap themselves around your heart, and now I wish you adieu.