Secrets
Secrets
We keep our secrets in places away from our faces
And try not to leave traces upon lips or fingertips, realizing that slips could cause trips that we don't want to take.
So we continue to feint and fake.
To keep the cat in the bag, we play mental tag. And lies can't lag or tongues will wag. No matter what we wear, that secret is always there, permeating the very air we breathe, interlocked into the fabric we weave of our souls, where it takes control and our future it will mold!
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Copyright © Quinn Martin | Year Posted 2022
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