It started with a whisper,
I didn't think that it would spread,
People looked at me ,
Inside I filled with dread,
''She's such a slut'',
I heard them say,
God , why did I tell my her them secrets,
On that gloomy day.
Now everyone knows,
It only shows,
What a great friend,
Was she,
Now , I'm gonna give her a piece of me.
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Secrets
PoetryThis is like a little storybook of poems. Each telling it's own little tale. Turn the page - if you dare...
