I really, really like you,
But I can't tell you that.
I really, really want you, too,
But I can't tell you that.
So many secrets for me to keep,
So many secrets, I'm gonna freak.
Secrets, lies, they're both the same,
When holding back is the name of the game.
So when I say hi to you,
I don't want to say goodbye to you.
I want more than a tip of the hat,
But I can't tell you that.
So many secrets for me to keep,
So many secrets, I'm gonna freak.
Secrets, lies, tales and fables
Are all the same, with cards under the table.
You're the silver lining,
When my sun's not shining,
But how are you gonna stop the rain
If I can't tell you that?
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
