Spoiler
Here is yet another one of my NaPo poems. I'm not too fond of the last stanza so if you have any better suggestions please let me know! All comments and corrections are greatly appreciated 
The truth bubbles up,
To the tip of my tongue,
Waiting to be said,
Screamed or sung.
But only to burst,
On my pearly whites,
Draining down my throat,
Gone like the sun, at night.
My lips are left,
Feeling cold and numb,
Thinking the words would be said,
Was awfully dumb.
I advert my eyes,
From yours so kind,
Smiling sheepishly,
Saying, “oh never mind.”
I wish I could tell you,
But I’m just so afraid,
That you won’t understand,
As my trust is frayed.
For now I’ll stay silent,
Until the day,
I gather up the courage,
To give the truth away.
