Secrets to tell?
"Secrets"
Jennifer Piatt
The whispers of the trees
They lean toward the wind
Tell the secrets that I wish to keep
Hoping to pass along the message
I wither and hide from it all
Inside of you, I am safe
Daring young child
Spitting yellow from tongue
Grab the words as they flow from my pen.
Grab my hand and we’ll ride along
A look in the mirror
Reminds me of who I really am
Tainted, sweet fool
With flowers from ear to ear
They lean toward the wind
Tell the secrets that I wish to keep
Hoping to pass along the message
I wither and hide from it all
Inside of you, I am safe
Daring young child
Spitting yellow from tongue
Grab the words as they flow from my pen.
Grab my hand and we’ll ride along
A look in the mirror
Reminds me of who I really am
Tainted, sweet fool
With flowers from ear to ear
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