Secrets Poem by Mikee Corp

Secrets



The clouds are over head, they look like a bed. Is that what you said?
Secrets have no purpose, so hide them under your pillow.
Pull off the sheets. What do you see?
Is it something I would need?
Where is all the comfort? I can't lay here, it just feels unreal!

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