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The Secret I Could Not Keep


Like the moon that glitters so bright,

    Silver, not gold is the light.

    Peaceful not proud, calm not cruel,

    Makes me feel like I'm not a fool.

Not a fool for falling in love,

    This time it's something I'm sure of.

    But somehow I know, it's still a cruel game,

    And I wonder if I'll ever be the same.

Then suddenly his eyes catch mine from across the.

    room,

    And for a moment I think back to that pale

    silver moon.

    My eyes call to his “Oh won't you be mine?”

    But his eyes sweep right past me every time.

He never looks, he never stares.

    Does he even know how I care?

    My feelings are a secret, closely guarded,

    The feelings and I couldn't bear to be parted.

But maybe, is that why he doesn't care?

    Maybe, oh maybe, that's why he doesn't stare!

    Oh me! Oh my! I must tell him now!

    But that's the thing is that I just don't know

    how.

A friend sits by and whispers in my ear

    “Who has your heart? I'd love to hear”.

    I was hesitant of course, who wouldn’t be?

    For this secret had become a part of me.

But wait, is this my opportunity calling?

    Is this how I let him know that I’ve fallen?

    Oh I’ll tell her. I can wait no more.

    This is the chance I’ve been waiting for!

Oh, wait, oh no, I didn’t think about that.

    I’ve now fallen straight into a trap.

    Everyday I live this horrible dream

    ‘Cause now everyone knows, he was

    the secret I could not keep.  

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ksohl2915

I am a high school student in Oklahoma working towards earning money for college through writing. However, I love to write so it is not simply for money. I believe that the simple pleasures of this world such as the arts should be cherished. Speaking of which, I am an avid musician and performer as well. I am adopted by a wonderfully loving family who means the world to me and they have inspired me to do much in life. Life is too short not to find love and enjoyment in it.

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