Confidant

Whimpers are not made,

If the pain remains shared.

It will not be a mysterious capade,

When in a safe part it is unknowingly flared.

Hopeful is the piece of you,

That stays within sanes.

So to rise up is your cue,

As you no longer pass The Past Lanes.

Minds of each, millions rely,

But a single gaze can make you play.

Sounds of secrets like these,

Never rebuke or fly away.

It is the secret of secrets,

Meanings and feelings well kept,

Not once they cross the bay.