I'm a secret poet.. Nobody knows..
The rhymes run down.. right to my toes,
I hide it, I'm shy, I pretend its not there,
But the rhymes pop out into the air!
They stalk me, slap me, wake me in the night...
These addictive rhymes they hold on tight!
Will they think me sloppy, emotional, deep?
If they knew of all the rhymes I keep.
I hide it still, they will never know it...
I am forever the secret poet.