Secrets

There are Secrets in my heart.
Buried deep,
Too deep,
For me to ever speak of them.
My Secrets are my own,
They make me who I am.
They change who I'll be.
I want to open them,
To share them,
To tell you.
But I cannot, for then,
Then,
They wouldn't be Secrets.
I can never tell you all of my Secrets.
The Secrets in my heart,
But I can tell you one
Or two
Or three.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Later.