Secrets

Secrets Secrets are held dear they are precious to ones self. Ever passionate and not taken lightly. They can be good and they can be bad. These dark secrets are my undoing... Mine are bad, evil even. Taking over my very life. A deep current of nerves are ripping me apart inside. These dark secrets are my undoing... Thoughts turn to them often. My mind is not my own any longer. They will not let go. These dark secrets are my undoing...

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Liam Mcdaid

Date: 12/4/2014 8:48:00 PM

deep touching pen very beautifully crafted bless you meg

Meg Anderson
Date: 12/4/2014 8:52:00 PM

Liam, thank you. This one comes from just honest feeling and being able to set them free in words.

Robert Johnson

Date: 11/22/2014 9:50:00 PM

The light of darkness envelopes and enshrouds. It can leave you wondering forever in the clouds. Awaiting future breezes to blow away the fog. And let the blood of life flow free that lies so cruelly clog. Brave write Meg. Peace. :)

Meg Anderson
Date: 11/22/2014 10:42:00 PM

Robert, thank you. It has been freeing to express myself in words.