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When I said "it's a secret"
I meant "ask me some more"
For the times I've lost in your bet
I wanted you to have the score
E'ery sorry and sudden silence,
I'd hope you'd squeeze my hand;
Be true when you say, "it's alright"
And stay with me in my lonesome land
When I'd say "go ahead"
I wanted you to wait
Every promise that you have said,
I hoped it wasn't just another bait
When you wrote me that poem, dear;
That sweet piece handwritten
Has trapped all my drear
Yet has led me to how I am smitten
When I said "I don't care"
Dear, I wrote you two and half a dozen
You've read none, I couldn't bare;
Now facing regret, untouched yet broken
E'ery word you spoke vigorously
Is why I stayed mute — undelivered;
Skittish to say confidently
That I disagree and am so unamused
When I shared my hopes and dreams,
I meant that we could go deep and deep
But love is never as it seems
Dear, you were never one to keep
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
