Poem -

Secret Words

There is a word

That I keep hidden

By thoughts not spoken

And words not written.

But in its secret place

Hidden from light,

The word becomes a feeling

And I lose the fight.

My strength is drained,

My knees become weak,

From suppressing this feeling

A secret I cannot keep.

Inside my chest

My heart dies,

While from my mouth

Come whispered lies.

These four letters

Entangle and entrance,

They choke the victim

While the lovers dance.

With power and persuasion

This word is often used,

But it has been manipulated

And often abused.

Deadly and vicious

This word will tear through you,

It will surface old fears

And bring out some new.

But amidst the fears

And the broken minds,

This word brings hope

That few truly find.

Intertwined in these four letters

Is a beauty I’d never known,

Until you came around

And that hope to me was shown.

I have never spoken

This word in my head,

Because I am guarded

And with this word comes dread.

By speaking the truth

I may easily break,

But I am already broken

So my peace is fake.

It is in my nature

To keep hidden what I feel,

But this is so strong

That I know it is real.

Inside my heart

There is a pain

From hiding the word

Where it cannot remain.

It is too true

To never be spoken,

But when I try to muster words

They only come out broken.

Those four letters

Have shown my something new,

Those four letters

Were caused by you.

This word has a perfect spot

Where I know it belongs,

Between you and I

In a phrase three words long.

So from a broken heart

Comes what is true

My secret is that

ā€˜I love you.’

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