In my box curled up inside

Lay six secrets side by side

Forbidden fruits that bring me shame

Yet from the box they call my name

I cannot share I must conceal

For most the temptation isn’t real

They cannot see or understand

Instead they all just reprimand

But I still love my secret box

For whats inside it quiets my thoughts

A cotton bouquet of colors array

Line my box and fuel my day

First is black it hugs me best

When I’m down or feeling stressed

Then there’s times I feel subdued

That’s when I reach for nude

Third I call my old baby blue

I wear at work and at the gym too

Green is great wrapped round my head

Or while I lie asleep in bed

I’ll wear my red to match my bear

But never tell, no never share

Last is grey it seems so bleak

But on my body I feel most chic

My six secrets kept locked away

Although I long for such a day

To share my fruits forbidden no longer

In hopes to make relations grow stronger

But for now my secrets remain

My safe place I’ll solely maintain

The one place I feel most free

My one place I feel most me