Secrets are what you make them, doesn’t matter how hard you try some are yet hard just to try not to lie. While others are easy to keep.
Some you might share because there funny, other you might want to keep to yourself.
Some might be harsh, kind, lustful, or deceiving but most of all they are secrets if one were to slip it would be a rumor.
Secrets are precious and dear to one that’s why it’s hard to keep them in, and to trust someone to trust to talk to let them out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Good poetry, Tasha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks