Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy… duh, again.
Secrets
I have secrets,
So many secrets
But, I won't tell you,
Because I can't.
I'm locked up
In my own bed chamber,
Because I've swallowed
It's only key.
Sown together
Are my very lips,
With my own
Thread and needle.
My face pales
With lack of emotion,
Since I've locked on
A white wooden mask.
Now, I'm wishing
To finally open
That rusted lock
Of the dusty window.
Because,
I have secrets
So many secrets.
And I can't tell you,
It's too late.
Authors Note: Doesn't that just make you go… "aaahhhh…."