I have a secret to share
But once I do I’ll want to take it back again
It’s not time to get it off my chest
Just know when the time comes
It’s only you I want tell

Buried under a thousand lies
Forcing smiles
Crying behind my eyes
But you’ll never know
How deep my pain can go
I am not ready for the jump
My faith is gone
Cold buried in the ground
But not in you
I promise that
You do not know this
But with you my soul I do trust
Just let me have this hidden part
Take all else I have
Accept my broken heart

I have a secret to share
But once I do I’ll want to take it back again
It’s not time to get it off my chest
Just know when the time comes
It’s only you I want tell

Be patient with me
And you’ll see
That with every sunrise
I bring you deeper 
Inside me
These words hang on
The tip of my tongue
And long to fall 
Into the ear of someone
Who I know will not 
Turn me away
When they hear what it is 
I need to say
But those words won’t 
Come today

I have a secret to share
But once I do I’ll want to take it back again
It’s not time to get it off my chest
Just know when the time comes
It’s only you I want tell

I keep the shadows away
Keep the nightmares at bay
But the one thing I just cannot fight
Is the fear that forms whenever I
Try to speak from the silent parts of my
Torn and fractured hidden mind
For that I need your love and time

And if you give me this I swear
I’ll let you in there

I have a secret to share
But once I do I’ll want to take it back again
It’s not time to get it off my chest
Just know when the time comes
It’s only you I want tell

I’ll let you in here

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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