Got confessions to make ,
But hearts it would break ,
A rift that would bring ,
And lives it would maime .
Are they to be left untold ….unsung ,
They are’nt really meant to be ,
Maybe you could confess to an abyss ……..
Because it can accept and never understand .
Confessions …They’ve got no room in me ,
Not to be preserved ,
There is a purpose to be served ,
And a treachery deserved !
Though hearts it would break ,
Truth ….it would awake ,
Farewell it would bade ,
For confessions ……ARE to be made