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Nov 2010
Secrets of the heart,
are better locked away.

It's hard to think smart,
with them hidden everyday.

Writing is my escape,
who would read these notes?

At night I'm up late,
writing down my hopes.

I write through the night,
until tears fill my eyes.

They slowly blur my sight,
breaking down my disguise.

I've told you how I feel,
you know I want you back.

I don't want to try and heal,
it is your love I lack.

You aren't meant to read this,
you aren't meant to see.

My lips miss your kiss,
you don't see what you do to me.
Written by
Charlie Ivins
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