Warm Secrets

I don't like secrets,

Especially for important things.

If someone deserves to know it will drive me mad until I tell them,

And I won't steer the conversation away.

But I do like keeping certain memories

And other kinds of thoughts secret. 

Keeping them inside almost feels like keeping them warm;

I don't want to expose such precious vulnerable things to the cold world, or to hardened, frost bitten ears

Of people with bitter hearts.

Especially if the thought is one shared with a friend, let's keep it between us.

We don't care for hot gossip,

But I like to keep warm thoughts

Private

Hidden

Untouched

Safe from the cold outside.