Fingertips on forgotten lips,
Smothering words that long to escape,
Winding intricately along tendrils of frozen breath,
That hover like steam in the vessel's wake.
Loose lips sink ships or so they say,
And so mine are stitched with invisible thread,
Oh precious gem that I carry within,
I wish I could get you out of my head.
It will fester slowly, an unhealed wound,
And one day the world will crumble,
But until the day that the unshared is shared,
I vow that I won't even stumble.