Put your secrets in my hands When we close the door behind us to stew in the truth that we never let another see we always discover that it is a parasite consuming us in bite-sized morsels from the inside out Put your secrets in my hands The people that we find at our cores are the ones we run from and lock in the basement of our egos squirreled away from prying eyes so that no one will will ever uncover how different how black how wrong we truly are My sweetheart My love Put your secrets in my hands Then please take mine in return Let us be unlovable together
Max Mundan, Our Secrets (define and haunt us)
© David Rutter 2016
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