The thing that breaks down my walls without having to say a thing
my face turns from snow to fire when my darkest secrets become my spoken desires
feelings hidden now become know, secrets spilled that I should've never been told
things locked deep inside escape and light up the night like a million little fireflies
I wish I could capture them all, but now they're out for the world to see
callin it courage is misleading, when in reality it is de filtering
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supposing that the meaning of your title is one of [alcohol loosens my tongue?] I know some that I would never tell a secret or give private information to, because a few drinks of alcohol and their brain leaks out from their mouth. They also don't have enough self-control to keep from saying whatever is on their mind, regardless of what the consequences might be. I would normally say that the use of stanzas is preferable, but this poem is really too short for that, the use of double spacing is sufficient. I got the gist of the poem, even if I got the cause of the title wrong. Nice job! ~ Geezer.
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