Secrets are what ruin our souls ..
Keeping what should be said behind closed curtains.
Why do we keep secrets?
Is it because we so not wish to hurt the ones we love?
I've kept things from the people I trust and need.
But has keeping things from them given me nothing but grief.
The power of trust should overthrow the thought and hiding.
Lying.
How are you? They ask.
Just fine.
Is the most common lie I tell each day.
I hide a secret, a man not too dense.
This man relieves me of the pain,
the hurt, and my lonely heart.
Gives me a reason to have a brand new start.
That is why I keep him hidden,
wrapped in blankets of lies.
Could the truth be told? Or bound to the book of secrets ...