I looked at her,
Secrets in our head,
Right now I didn't know where we were,
We was in our own little world,
Them secrets, in our heads, they whirled,
Round and round ,
Wondering when they would hit the ground,
Like birds locked in a cage,
She kept trying to turn the page,
To get more of them out,
Like that was going to happen , no doubt!
YOU ARE READING
Secrets
PoetryThis is like a little storybook of poems. Each telling it's own little tale. Turn the page - if you dare...
