A poets point of view

Her cries and her sorrow
her laughter and her grace
all goes hidden
in a certain secret place.

her secrets are unspoken
her thoughts are left unsaid
and the only way youll understand her
is if youre inside of her head.

her heart is guarded safe
beneath bubble wrap and skin
if you wanna get a hold of it,
theres one way to get in.

these are all the things
she'll never ever tell
and the only one that knows all this
is the one she trusts so well.

if you ever dare to ask her
exactly what she's feeling
she'll only tell you the things
that's she's always been revealing

there's only one way that you would understand her...
and it all started out
with a pen and a piece of paper