As yet unclaassified.

Hush little baby don't you cry,

I have no intentions of coming clean.

Old notebooks hold our secrets safely

locked in my basement for the ghosts alone to read.

That is how it has to be

because, let's face it,

our mothers have fragile hearts

and the world just isn't ready for us.

They will be eventually though,

that much I am certain of

It is really too bad they aren't able to handle us today

because I can't wait another second

for our time to come

I just can't but I think you knew that already.

My headshrinker told me to hold on to diary entries

where I made plans for our future

and hold them up to the light whenever I need to

So I can see that they are simply words written on cheap paper

and hold neither of us accountable

for things we only half believed in.