Exchanged as important messages
Whispered between small children
They are something to be told, to be spoken, to be heard
Within them is an unspoken bond
Between the teller and the listener
It must be contained
Never to be revealed
Curiosity scoops such messages and beckons for them to be told
It lurks behind each message, like a hidden word
Only seen once the message is opened and must be overcome as soon it is released
It forces them to tell
Its whispers implant themselves within the trusted one, always there, never seen
Merely an arrangement of words causes so much pain
But everyone knows, secrets are no fun unless you tell everyone