Ivy

No such things as secrets,

My fingers have to crawl into every unknown,

Every unloved, every mystery,

No such things as secrets,

My tendrils weaving between the ochre-mellowed bricks,

The silver fuses between the whispers,

Into every nook and cranny,

No such things as secrets,

Others deny my beauty,

No such things as secrets,

I strive to care for the lost ones, the forgotten,

The ones who desperately seek the company yet too afraid to try,

No such things as secrets.

My heart crushed against you,

A warm embrace to warm your soul,

I will always cherish you,

Even after the world wrote you out of their books.