Sshhh it's a secret, I said.
"Of Course I'll never break your trust".
So why did you feel with no good end result,  break it you must?!
Did it feel good?
What did you gain?
I'm struggling to understand, your need to cause pain?
Don't tell me you didn't realise!
You didn't think it through, I specifically said DON'T MENTION THIS, I specifically said that to YOU .
So what was your end game? What result did you want, surely it wasn't just my secret to flaunt?!

Next door the king who’d ****
a sorcerer on sight,
Merlin is living plain.
He nods at me on the street;
we know what secrets
can do to the sane.

Never wear another's
     underwear...

Because even though
  you cant see it..

There will always be an odour, stain
      that marks your every movement.

And the only blemish will be on you,

           cos you choose to wear
                         another's pants.

Its not the same as there shoes,
     your just weird wearing there
            
***** underwear.
          worse of all you showed
  everyone them
           who does this anyway.


You were meant to be a friend,
           but you told everyone
what was in there underwear...

          the metaphor lost to some,

so wear some shoes instead..

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀[ i ] am a rocket⠀      a little one
⠀⠀[ i ] will make it⠀⠀⠀to other worlds
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀ that are blue
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀( and ) are slippery pink
⠀⠀( and ) different kinds of worlds
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
that have sayings about
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ how funny it is
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ their trombones
dont stand
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀u
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀p
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀r
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀­⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀g
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀h
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀t
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀­⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀( and ) things like this
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀( and ) [ i ] will be proud with tears
                                                           ­ that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀[ i ] came for a while ( and )  shared
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀< a > wink
⠀⠀< a > kiss
⠀⠀< a > secret⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( and ) went on
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀other worlds,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀too
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
.

I lost everything with the secrets kept,
Now all I have are the secrets keeping me.

I want to know the the truth
The privileged secrets known by the few
But they say it's better this way
A light in the dark
A hint of ignorant bliss on the wind
But what do I know?
I'm a everyday fool
I sing in the rain
I feel nice and safe
Or so I'm told anyway
I'm a no name
They laugh in my face
They dance on my grave
The ending's the same
It will all be ok
Such and such #strong
Remain calm and carry on
I'll guess I'll play along...
For now anyway

I have too many words
trapped inside this vessel
of light and blood and bones.
I don’t know where to put them
or how to say them
or how to get people to listen.
So I scribble them on pieces of paper
ripped from a spiral notebook
I haven’t used since sixth grade,
dusty from being placed
in the corner of my room
for so long.
And then I hide them away in a jar
labeled 'secrets'
and never think of them again.

I was placed into a dream,
and nothing was what it really seems.
As I went deep yet deeper still,
Its lasting longer than you think they will.

I can still envision it in my mind,
like a cinema being streamlined.
Well-defined as I lay reclined,
played out by this Mastermind.

Designing this Dream World,
intriguing scenes, my words are hurl'd.
As if the lines were inscribed pointed the way,
inside their very goodness burnes the day.

Before I was shone by this Mastermind,
while still in bed, my body completely reclined.
Completely fascinated by what I was hearing and seeing,
veil after veil undrawn to discover your reason for being.

The inmost naked beauty of the meaning never exposed,
still bathed in its moonlight slumber, secrets were disclosed.
How can I best serve this Universe today?
With love and kindness, I dedicate myself in each and every way

to write for the sake of writings sake
is a curse in its own right
you bleed yourself til words run dry
a cruel mistress of the night

tell me are you happy with your turn of phrase
does it tick all the boxes you've hidden away
when the moon starts to sink and your eyes go to roll
mildew has swept across your very hold

so what's the sake of this story you tell yourself
the one with the prison, and guards, and belt
on this blank page you question the lies you sell
love notes to tomorrow, you think you mean well