There is an antique wooden chest, that sits beneath the window in my room. Filled with secrets from the past, and colourful magic like the moon. My secrets are made up of many things, letter, photos and other I cannot say. No one looks in my chest but me, my secrets lie in there every day. A single item strikes a memory, makes me smile or cry. Some I would rather burn, and only I know why. My letters are my favourite, handwriting has unique style. I always picture the author's face, and stop and think for a while. My photos are memories caught, and open dreams like a key. They remind me of feelings I once had, and the happiness I could see. My chest is like an ocean, all my secrets are part of me. My memories run so deep, one day someone else might see.
Reason for writing:
This poem is to show the secret side of every girl that she keeps hidden from the world. Please comment.
Birth sign: Leo
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