Honestly,
I’m so full of secrets,
but only the happy kind.
I’m just too scared to share them,
Even just in my own mind.
And so…
Because I can’t speak up
I keep almost missing out,
Between our silly silence
As my brain begins to shout.
And so…
Time keeps passing by,
Though I remain still.
How can I expect a change
If I cannot find the will?
a.l.c
pouringtruth 
Pretty powerful, and it made me sad. Whoever reads this, I hope it will inspire them to break free and fulfill some of their happy secrets cause time passes all too quickly. Thank you for sharing your poem.
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Thank you 💗 yes, I hope so too
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The will is in you… let it out!! You’ll feel so much better ❤
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Thank you 💗💗💗
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Especially the last verse really touched me… These are true words made out of life itself. Beautiful ❤
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Thank you for reading 💗
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