Typed
Typed upon my heart in bold Are secrets that will not be told Within the deepest parts of me There lies unwritten histories They shall not see the light of day That door is locked: No more to say So do not wheedle, beg or whine Words typed upon my heart are mine.
Fantastic imagery, Trudi.
The poem is gorgeous, as always but I have gotten quite obsessed by the wonky keyboard in the photo (so easily distracted! lol) xo