The Poem I’d Never Write

Day 27

 

Sometimes words come tumbling out of my mouth and my fingers before I can stop them.

Some things are meant to be secrets, but I never knew the word.

I learned to always say what’s on my mind but I never learned how to filter it.

So, I’m an open book, you see, but every time you read another page I wonder if it’ll be the last one.

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