To people who you know not
You talk too much.
But the one’s close to you,
you keep a grudge.
It feels good to share,
secret worth a stranger’s trust.
To take levels up in friendship,
rising from core to crust.
To realize someday,
Trust into ashes, and secrets into dust.
You feel guilt then,
about what you’ve done,
To spend a word with me,
could have been more fun.
