The secretA Poem by Erica-“Hi”. That’s what it starts
out as. It turns into conversation, then coffee, then dinner, then sex. Next
thing you know you are standing at an alter. For what reason are you in a white
dress, standing at an alter, in front of friends and family? You want to walk
back down that hallway, the way you came. You cant do this alone. Why? To
embarrassed to tell. You have a secret. © 2013 Erica |
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