Secrets

As my secrets grew,
They weighed me down.
There were not even few,
Who saw me drown.

My only outlet came,
Through a paper and pen.
Till poems became,
The secrets I tell.

Veiled with metaphors,
I can cry my heart out.
The feelings I had in store,
Now have a voice so loud.

Nameera.

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3 Comments

  1. tishacutie16 says:

    Lovely!!!! Exactly same feelings! I am looking forward to read more of your posts! BTW thanks for taking out time to visit my blog and thanks for the follow 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much! 😀 And np.

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