eyes, so silent...

silent eyes,

you watch, still

and spill your secrets,

when friends have long gone,

you watch,

you wait

never sleeping ever awake,

still, but breathing

my beloved internet...

treated more than a girl's best friend

beware of voyeurs,

my sweetest little pet...

secrets are heard,

secrets are read...

whenever you click the keys,

the words form a thread...

late nights spent

with my wishing well,

my newfound lover,

the d.s.l

secrets are poured

like wine on a glass

secrets are scoured,

on pages that pass...

there will aways be

engines that search,

engines that search,

engines that search,

for a hidden past...

***bored and in need of a muse...