secretsA Poem by BlondiePinkday in day out we talk never stopin but yet somethings wrong somethings hidden out of reach out of sound not spoken just thought wanting freedom to be heard when finally its heard its forced kept uncomplete not fully out only part bringing tears to ones eyes hidden tears no one sees no sound just pain feeling untrusted not believed in like an insecurity but yet things continue hidden from sight to be kept secret © 2011 BlondiePink |
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Added on January 31, 2011 Last Updated on March 2, 2011 AuthorBlondiePinkLloydminster, CanadaAbouthi im a 18 year old girl who has had it rough in past my writting i do when im bored, down, going through a rough patch, and even when im happy sometimes. before i always had difficulties trying to w.. more..Writing
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