I have secrets. 

I hold them. 

Sometimes cherish. 

Because you don’t like to hear.

You’ve never been one to listen. 

I could write them to you.

If only you liked to read. 

I can’t show them to you…

For your closed heart has made you blind


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  1. Yes understanding & compassion do seem like lost form of arts in this era of selfishness where we only think about ourselves & sometimes forget to value the lives of our loved ones. Thanks for sharing & a special thanks for your readership & liking my poem “my hunger” on my blog. Do stay in touch friend , look word to hearing more from you 🙂

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