Tonight, I met someone new
In a warm and familiar house;
We sat around a wooden table
And my friends began talking about my words –
My words, which have pulled heartstrings.
They asked for a poem,
One fit for a boy who hid stories
Behind his tightly sealed lips,
Yet, there is only so much I can write,
When his secrets take away my pen from the paper.
well stated. I like it.
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