Tell Told Tale

My secrets are rising like the temperature under the global warming sun.
You, no not you but you, are the dreaming secret that I held deep in my heart.
Never known to a soul.
Not even you.
I store future secrets within my vein.
They flow through my blood like a daily transport of oxygen that kept me alive.
Yea, I am here because of the secrets.
Without the hidden things, I die under the sun.
Like dying in the sun.
My past secrets envy my present ones.
While the present ones evolve to become the future.
They run and mutate just to survive.
Along the way, some wither.
They swallow each other.
While I eat myself alive.
You have beautiful big eyes.
They have small ones.
Yes, the lips, the lips, the lips...
Never open for the little well-kept words.