Secrets. Poem by Moxie De Lucky

Every one has got own world
Every body has the place to speak loud
I think we both have this place to hide
We all got the road where we can freely ride

You have that picture you never printed
Just like i've got this story which is untold
We have doors which will remain closed
Wherever its, people have something never displayed.

I wonder the body has secret between itself
If love fight your heart, wit wallo in pity self
But when heart desire, never think on wit being safe.
Does the secret heal? Will there be relief?

Does veiling defines you to be a liar?
When lovers keep secret between them, is it peculiar?
I think secret is something seem unfamiliar
And the secret is deeply internal burning fire.

We keep secret between our ribs for years
Blind fold them and with or without ears
We hardly grow them and they grow our tears.
But what shall they bloom in later years?