The Secret Boy

Time flies
And it is like
Time stops
When I hold his hand.

I will admit that
He is inside my poems
And  I write about him because
I am a bloody poet.

I am not just another girl
I change my mind a lot but
I like to have him around.
I can't deny so.

His name will remain unknown.
Because if 'we' end,
Nobody else will know,
I fell for that boy.