I Have a Secret

Another poem for National Poetry Month.  This one is written by me.

SECRETS

Discreet

Concrete

Until they start to secrete.

Mopin’

Gropin’

Then they start to open.

Flirt

Curt

Make it cause some hurt.

Temper

Tremor

Don’t want to remember.

How

Now

Need to take a bow.

Out.

Pout.

Over with a shout.

Deal

Real

Took some time to heal.

Day

Okay

Nothing more to say.

 

 

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