The Secret

June 10, 2010
By Bema Pieterson BRONZE, Hanover, Maryland
Bema Pieterson BRONZE, Hanover, Maryland
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She tells me her secret
I put it in my pocket
I’m not allowed to tell a soul
It starts to shake. Stop it.

Its wriggling around
It wants to be free
I can’t let it escape
It was only meant for me

I’ll move it into my backpack
It’ll be safe there.

I’ll keep it in my backpack
It’s not mine to share.

He’s asks me what she said
I won’t tell a soul
He won’t tell anyone
I can’t tell a soul

Maybe just one person
What harm can that do?
Maybe just one person
Maybe I’ll tell you?

Why did you tell?
She’ll hate me forever!
Oh well Oh well
Never shout never


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