My deepest works and my darkest works
Both stays hidden in the realm of words
While others read theirs out loud
I make lighter works to hideaway.
Words in a book
Written with brokenness
But will never see the light
Due to their heartfulness
I don't share my deepest and darkest works
For they are too deep in my heart to give away
The words I write down, the words I can never speak out loud
Not to another person
Not to another soul
Not to another.
The pain my heart spill out into words
Turns them into poetry
Poetry to never be read by others
Because in the end
Some works are meant to be seen
While others remain hidden in the books.
