Flowers in the Attic - Acretongue

Askew — the room that holds my truth

Statues of a deep blue

Guard windows that you can’t see through

Doorways — from dreams that’s gone astray

Screenplays hide their pathways

A million keys can’t betray

In a hidden space

There’s a quiet place

Where it’s safe and sound

And it won’t be found

The most precious thing

Now lies deep within

Where no one can see

All this secrecy, belongs just to me

Hidden in a book yet unwritten

Ribbons of deep crimson

Binding pages from ever turning

And in it, you might find what I’m keeping

Backlit — not revealing

I will keep you from ever seeing

In a hidden space

There’s a quiet place

Where it’s safe and sound

And it won’t be found

The most precious thing

Now lies deep within

Where no one can see

All this secrecy, belongs just to me

These flowers — infinite

Yet no one can see it

This attic — I commit

To harbour my secret