For the secret holders

If secrets were to be kept,
half the world would have never wept.
Step by step as we move on,
Heaping things on the heart so strong.
Talking the heap out,
confiding in somebody
Is all we need in the moment of worry.
We choose the special one,
To put the heap upon,
To hold all our secrets
and to hide our troughs and crests.
May it be our amplitude
which goes a way high
or may it be our blood pressure
which goes a way low
But we expect our secret holder never to turn our foe.
green leaves may turn brown
An old smile may turn into a frown.
But I request to all those
who hold somebody's secrets,
Not to leak them out,
As it is counted in god's debts...