She lied and kept dark secrets,
But she read me like a book,
She kept her thoughts to herself,
While I poured mine, like a cup to the brim,
A moment I told her my deepest secret,
A one she swore she never tell,
A devil in a angels costume,
I swear she should go to hell,
Away I spilled the beans,
Telling her first my favorite chocolate, to the guy I liked,
And then it went downhill,
Not a soul was told apart from her,
And then rumors spread,
I could have cut her with a knife that day,
Indeed I was planning to,
But then a warm hand was over mine,
Gentle but firm,
He pulled me to the side and said he liked me too,
And everything was happy,
But for a moment only,
Then he said her name, to me, in my face,
And when he confessed that he loved me for my courage,
My bravery for betraying my friend,
I went beserk,
He stepped back, and much to my surprise I stepped forward,
And told him my name,
His face flushed and he apologized,
For we did look much alike,
But even now I either get smirked or patted at,
For my embarrassment or my courage,
But I can't forget that knife in my hand,
Ready to fly any day,
For enough is only when the mind is content,
But my mind wants to play.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
She lied and kept dark secrets,
But she read me like a book,
She kept her thoughts to herself,
While I poured mine, like a cup to the brim,
A moment I told her my deepest secret,
A one she swore she never tell,
A devil in a angels costume,
I swear she should go to hell,
Away I spilled the beans,
Telling her first my favorite chocolate, to the guy I liked,
And then it went downhill,
Not a soul was told apart from her,
And then rumors spread,
I could have cut her with a knife that day,
Indeed I was planning to,
But then a warm hand was over mine,
Gentle but firm,
He pulled me to the side and said he liked me too,
And everything was happy,
But for a moment only,
Then he said her name, to me, in my face,
And when he confessed that he loved me for my courage,
My bravery for betraying my friend,
I went beserk,
He stepped back, and much to my surprise I stepped forward,
And told him my name,
His face flushed and he apologized,
For we did look much alike,
But even now I either get smirked or patted at,
For my embarrassment or my courage,
But I can't forget that knife in my hand,
Ready to fly any day,
For enough is only when the mind is content,
But my mind wants to play.