I have no secrets.
They have been washed away.
So has the sheets.
My body was a secret.
You were my diary.
Our bare skin together
was my way of writing
I’ve lost my diary.
But it still contains my secrets
and a bit of me
As I'm laying here
with my sweaty back against the mattress,
I know.
I was never a secret
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
I have no secrets.
They have been washed away.
So has the sheets.
My body was a secret.
You were my diary.
Our bare skin together
was my way of writing
I’ve lost my diary.
But it still contains my secrets
and a bit of me
As I'm laying here
with my sweaty back against the mattress,
I know.
I was never a secret