He knows my deepest secrets,
He doesn't know it hurts,
But I know how to make him fall in love,
Still I can't make it work.
He knows what I do when I'm alone at night,
He know that I listen to every word he says,
Still he doesn't mind me talking to him,
But really we don't care.
I know how to make him feel sorrow,
He knows how to make me sad,
Still I can't help to wonder why,
Not any of us use the secrets that we have.
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A bucket of light and darkness
Poetry[Highest rank October 9th 2016: #27 in poetry] I'm a teenager - a girl - and I have feelings too. Therefore I wrote these poems to tell them to you. But hush, no kiss and tell; I trust you with my secrets. And if you do spill what you're about to re...
