2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Twenty Three-

My Secrets To Tell:

I wonder about my own secrets and what I have to tell 

What could I possibly offer to people with greater stories to sell?

How could my tragedy even begin to compare

How could my secrets mean anything when they have tales of a life lived unfair?

So with that in mind, I'm trying to drag up the most important aspects to compare 

My most important stories to tell to a boy who seems to be kinder than I 

Who's lived a much longer life than mine 

Because there's a curiosity I can't stop now that I've tried 

And I want to know those stories behind those kind eyes

So quick to smile at me 

But what could I possibly offer in return if I hear those stories I've been dying to hear

Since dancing barefoot that night?

I'm accumulating them in lists and words so if he asks I can share 

Just enough to know I'm not shallow and shower deep

Because I promise I'll listen, I swear I'll sweep you off your feet

Even if my tragedy cannot compare to a life as well lived

I have stories I'm willing to share. 

I wonder about my own secrets and what I have to tell 

Because I've wanted to hear yours after such a dry spell

Of not wanting to hear anything from anyone 

I desperately want to remember what it's like

To be let in on someone else's life

And I sure as hell want to hear the stories from the boy with the nice smile 

And the kind eyes

Because I know such stories will be far greater than mine 

Because he must have a heart of gold

To still be smiling like that. 

I wonder about my own secrets and what I have to tell 

And I think maybe, just maybe, he might be so kind as to let me sell

My own bland life in payment for events of his own. 

This I can only hope. 

~J.K.M.