the truth is..

its not poetry just my thoughts caressing the paper
caressing because they usually only get released when my tear ducts get to heavy or too much tension makes me sweaty.
caressing because they dont get out much, so when they do they know to make a lasting impression..
they may not say much to you but to me they speak life.
and between me and you they know how to keep my secrets, and keep my story a mystery unless i permit them to speak there light.