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Secrets I Had Kept
A wistful poem about an indiscretion |
Secrets I had Kept When I woke up on Wednesday a fire was in my veins. Before I slept on Thursday I had it by the reins. Friday frightened me again, and in my fear I slept, for Saturday was facing me with secrets I had kept. I hid from you till Sunday. You met me face to face, and now I grieve on Monday without a shred of grace. If I should die on Tuesday and you are at my door, just know there isn’t any way I could have loved you more. ** Image ID #784459 Unavailable ** |