I'm leaving behind secrets,
They're scattered in a trail,
If you follow the secrets,
You might just learn my tale.
The secrets are just like bread crumbs,
They blend in very well,
But if you look closely you'll notice,
They're bread crumbs, you can tell.
The secrets are just like autumn leaves,
Blending together like salt and sea,
You don't really notice each individual,
But somehow we're all unique.
The secrets are just like footsteps,
As evident as a smile,
But footsteps don't last forever,
They fade after awhile.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
