Echidnatured

This is just some poem I wrote for my English class-- I suppose I got carried away, though it really makes no sense to me at all. Maybe there's something unconsciously there that needed out, because I definitely FEEL for the poem, I just dunno what it's about, exactly. I just got these really sad images of things in my head-- triggered by a sad event, I'll admit. I had to describe them, so here they are :) Words stream across the screen; A diary written by two. A secret kept safe by only words I'd never say. I am damned now if I'm silent but to speak I'd be thrice so. Perhaps this secret's sound is kept safe like a flame in a windle