The Secret Keeper

Whisper to me, please
Your secrets most profound
I won't tell a soul
I won't make a sound.

"Take them to the grave," you say.
And so I will!
I'll sew these lips shut
So they will not spill

It's not that I will, I won't you see
And not only will I not
I can't.
So that my breathing won't stop.

The beatings I endure,
When my lips are loose
When a secret is told...
I'll go not far from the noose.

So my dear, come sit close
And tell me your hidden tales
I will be silent, and will die
If this promise fails

I am The Secret Keeper
The harbor for skeletons and demons
I will not, cannot tell them your words
Or my mind will be overrun with painful little creations

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For Jillian.
Your secret's safe with me.