The Secret Poem

My secret is made from –

the friends trustworthy hearts

the unbreakable box of promises,

the trust of a team,

the hearts not breaking

and the pinkie promise.

I found it –

trapped in a pinkie promise,

crouched tight not breaking,

caged in two hearts,

crumpled in the trust

where it stays at the bottom.

The secret can – 

be as strong as steel,

smooth as the quiet lake,

captured waves crashing

in the distance,

and break apart liars

till they’re trusted,

trusted carefully.

If lost this secret –

I’ll be angry and my friends

will leave….