Secret in a Book

I wrote down a secret,
on some old receipt paper,
and slipped it into a book,
for someone else to find.
Though I know,
you'll never be the one to find it,
I can rest easy,
knowing that even if you did,
I'd be okay with that.
What an interesting story,
I have found myself living. . .

Tongue Tied

There's a secret
that I hold inside myself,
about a darkness no one should see.
I long to tell you.
To open up these lips and let it run,
into your ears, into your heart,
but my lips freeze, my heart stops,
and I rationalize my cowardice.

You've got a secret,
that you're afraid to tell me,
about shame you've carried so long.
I long to hear it.
For you to unleash your tied tongue,
from it's bindings, from it's cage,
but you start and stop, start and stop,
and I sigh.

I start, you stop, I sigh.