Holly Henry - Secrets Spoken

The sun warms the sheets
Inspiring a colored soliloquy
Made of dying prose
Your flying foes

Back out the lot
Singing how love will not fracture
This soul again
No never again

Secrets spoken kill more hearts than death

Pale and tired
Searching the well for a drop of rain
To cleanse your mind
Of whats left behind

Usually cloaked
This warmth is a breathtaking surgery
Soaking in the gaze
Of this murky haze

Secrets spoken kill more hearts than death
But when you're broken, loves a first breath