If walls could talk would they tell my secrets or would they burn down with them when the match lights up in flames
Some stories should never be told
They might break your heart or make you be seen in a new pair of eyes
Are you always living your truth or is the truth something you won’t be able to handle?
The truth is layered deep, hidden like a mask. Only to be seen when I choose to show.
If the pillow could talk would it say whose all laid? Would it repeat all the conversations laid on it?
Sometimes silence says more than a thousand words.
The silence tells the truth
Tells the story that shouldn’t be told
Shouldn’t be known
Lies protect while tearing apart deeply
But who protects your secrets?