the truth about all of my secrets

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The secret,

About the deepest darkest secret

Is that

It's a bird

It does not like to be ensnared.




Shhhh…..



Or else it will escape.



Escape it shall

Unless someone finds the lock to its key


And if the lock is not clicked

It’s rampant out

It never likes to be caged in the first place


It always wanted to lift its hood

Hence it banged against the bars

Open grounds and the wind is its food.


Escape the cage

It never wanted to age

It likes to breathe fully from the lungs

But it is locked by every single stroke of the tongue 


People like to grow old

But secrets live to die young.


They are almost spilled, but the tongues hold them back 

Why do you think even the kindest sometime fret?

Because every heart is an ocean of secrets.


~ Aazka 


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