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When I said "it's a secret"
I meant "ask me some more"
For the times I've lost in your bet
I wanted you to have the score
E'ery sorry and sudden silence,
I'd hope you'd squeeze my hand;
Be true when you say, "it's alright"
And stay with me in my lonesome land
When I'd say "go ahead"
I wanted you to wait
Every promise that you have said,
I hoped it wasn't just another bait
When you wrote me that poem, dear;
That sweet piece handwritten
Has trapped all my drear
Yet has led me to how I am smitten
When I said "I don't care"
Dear, I wrote you two and half a dozen
You've read none, I couldn't bare;
Now facing regret, untouched yet broken
E'ery word you spoke vigorously
Is why I stayed mute — undelivered;
Skittish to say confidently
That I disagree and am so unamused
When I shared my hopes and dreams,
I meant that we could go deep and deep
But love is never as it seems
Dear, you were never one to keep
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
