At the bottom of the ocean,
Buried in a chest,
There's a secret she never told.
A secret she kept.
It's glittering with gold,
It's shining bright,
It's very protected,
There's no opening in sight.
Around her neck she has the key.
It's glimmering silver, and hanging low.
She walks around smirk because she knows,
She has a secret, she never told.
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Here's to the Past
RandomThese are written works from my days in high school. Before I gave up writing. They range from short stories to poems. I found them on my old laptop and figured why not let them see the light of day. As I find more of these works, I will publish th...
