Challenge
Everyone has a deep, dark secret (or ten). Write about (one of) yours in any poetic style. You can be as specific (or as vague) as you want. Please tag me.
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The secret I have,
Is not to keep-
Lying is who I became
And spoke some truth.
You said you like me,
I fib I would stay,
You embraced my flaws,
As I silently left you-
You express the pains
I exposed the wounds,
You said you love me,
And I avoided the proof.
Yet, through the heart break
Through the hurt,
You are still there,
Heart ever so big-
And love still strong.
But as I am a coward,
And stone so pure-
I won't see you
But I want to say,
I am sorry-
And I was wrong.
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