My Secret

Would you,

Still talk to me,

If you knew,

my secret.

Would you,

Think ill of me,

If I told you,

My secret.

I find,

No one,

From here,

To the stars above,

I fear,

Who will not,

Turn tail and run,

Once I tell them of my fun.

Would you,

Still talk to me,

If you knew,

my secret.

Would you,

Think ill of me,

If I told you,

My secret.

I’ve found,

No one,

My dear,

Whom I can share my,

Fear.

Who will not,

Stop my fun,

If I were to let them run.

Would you,

Still talk to me,

If you knew,

my secret.

Would you,

Think ill of me,

If I told you,

My secret.

I’m afraid,

I have no choice.

But please know,

From my tone of voice.

That you were,

My favorite.

Reviews

[Audrey Wynters]

Love this. Very dark but pleading and beautifully sad. You feel the pain of someone who has a darkness inside of them that they fear others might judge or turn from if it was ever shared.

[Geo Lawrence]

A nice sad poem. I really do love poems that end sadly. A vivid tone of isolation detected here... classical work.