Wrapped up in a blanket of truth;

snug, warm, happy.

Dowsed in fresh memories.

Longing for a friend

who cannot be found.

Hidden behind broken promises,

lies, tears, and pain.

Covered in the bitter sweet snow.

Frozen tears from the heavens,

I play with it and smile

as angels cry above me.

Protected from deceitful temptation

by tired souls who make it their

obligation to be my guardians.

My thoughts, dreams, tribulations,

pleasure, anger, and desires

scribbled on a sheet of paper,

forever hidden. Remaining

poetry's best kept secret.