Pretty Little Lips

The Vault.
She keeps it shut,
Nice and tight.
She remembers everything.
Every word told,
Every smell, touch,
The way the sun hit the trees.
She's a good listener, aborbs every word,
With near silence.
Sometimes meeting the words spoken,
With words of her own,
To help the speaker speak and get it out.
Stranger on the outside,
One of the truest friends.
Doesn't matter what you think of her,
She still keeps everything locked behind those pretty little lips.