Secrets

 

Secrets

 

Just between us,

I use to be as cautious as you once were.

However, trembling hands are becoming,

reliable as the branches of your tree.

 

Just between us,

I use to be as anxious as you once were.

However, my happiness is becoming,

reliable as the wings that set you free.

 

Just between us,

I use to be as impulsive as you once were.

However, my needs are becoming,

reliable as the seeds you foresee.

 

Just between us,

I use to be as secretive as you once were.

However, the long secretive numbing,

reliable secrets are gone, finally I’m free.

 

 

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