My Poetry Book

I have a book, where my thoughts are kept.

My secrets hidden within.

I have a book that contains my heart,

spread over the pages my story that has been.

My bosom friend, my sole confident, in whom the truth reside.

To only you I speak the words that I else would choose to hide.

Collecting my little secrets, you relieve my heart, you keep me sane.

As the only one who knows the truth and still by my side remain.

The End

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