My face cannot keep secrets
I'm practically an open book
My lines the words
That tell my story
My friends say they always know what I'm thinking
When I'm confused they see the gears in my head turning
When I'm angry you can see the steam coming out my ears
It's not really there but it almost can be seen
When I'm sad my face is as blue as my eyes
And I fear it will soon get me in trouble
For I've met a stranger, of course, they're not as much anymore
But I fear fallen for them
Even though I know it is forbidden
But since my face can't keep a secret
I cannot keep them hidden
I greet them with a smile, a smile reserved for only them
My voice up an octave
And my laugh becomes a giggle
They're smart, kind and passionate
Their voice is rich and smooth like fresh brewed coffee
Capturing my attention
At the mention of their name
And I know, it's not possible
This thing that I've created
This silly schoolgirl crush of mine
But I simply can't explain it
And I feel it's best just stated
My face cannot keep secrets
And this is why I hate it
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My Little Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are some poems that I have written they aren't as good as my friends who has a book of poems called The Attic of My Mind, which you should totally check out, but I thought you guys, might like them, so...here you go.
