Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2014
Some secrets
Ought to be kept alone
Ready to wait
Ready to die
You made me this way

Not once did I flinch
Only did I fear that you

Might try again
Or maybe take things farther. Id
Rather not think about it for
Every time I do, I become                                           *S T R O N G E R
Meagan O'Hara
Written by
Meagan O'Hara
Please log in to view and add comments on poems