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Sreeyaa Aug 2020
can you read my mind,
see all those words,
that you’ve probably never heard,
from my mouth, they weren’t kind.
Sometimes, there are people who aren’t worth cursing or confronting.
Doy A Aug 2020
in a parallel universe,
together-- you and i
we get high.
-
you and me
we're meant to be
in some other reality
-
my deepest secret is this
the long gone bliss
that I'll forever miss
is your gentle kiss
-
in another world's dimension
without any hesitation
me and you
we made it through
Alicia Moore Aug 2020
The killer inside is curiosity;
past secrets kept hidden by
carrying out a procedure
decried by the own mind.

The killer inside is curiosity;
one digs to find the truth,
but only joins such secrets
six feet under rubble and twigs.

The killer inside is curiosity;
do not paw at the depths,
withdraw immediately—
For curiosity killed the cat,
and many beings after that.
Wilder Aug 2020
Tell me your secrets
Don't worry, I'll keep it
After all, I've managed to keep my own

Boys are noticing me
Could a girl maybe notice me
Instead?

Yes I know I'm pretty
(I'm gorgeous actually) No,
My shirt doesn't give you permission
To stare at my hips

Stunning
Iconic
Wish she
Would cover up

Get your eyes off my face
Get out go away

Stunning
Iconic
A modern
Temptress

- call me a ****
I dare you

Give me a crop top
Clean eyeliner
This is only to prove
None of you deserve me

Call this an exaggeration
Complete exploitation
A collection of not-quites
Piled into a finished
Song

So I'm sorry for trying
To fix in the bubble
It wasn't a bubble
But a box

Don't tell me you love me
You can't possibly love me
You don't even know me
I'm just a face for
Your ideals

I don't agree with you
"We're still friends after this,
Right?"
-
Gods no

Does God know

How you hate his creation

?
-
"Yes, of course we are!"

Bite your tongue
You don't have time
To drop these people in
Your past

Keep friends close
Keep others closer
Wait until you're older

Can I possibly wait any
Longer
Anyway. This is a complete disaster
(I'm starting to notice a pattern, poems about girls are short and sweet, poems about boys are messy, incoherent and inconsistent)
Also the title is supposed to be a play on "boys will be boys" but it's kinda subtle idk how I feel about it yet.
Wilder Aug 2020
I wanna meet a girl
A girl who will hold my hand
Tell me
"it's ok to love"
And "don't be afraid of love"
"even if you've been hurt by love before."

I wanna meet a girl
To share my secrets with
Forbidden feelings with
Is it ok if sometimes I'm just Them
"please hold my hand
forever"

I wanna meet a girl
Late at night
we will stare at the Stars
She'll tell me
"it's ok to love"
And when her lips meet mine I won't pull away
Um I'm still alive. As you might have noticed by me posting.
bye for now!!
Ruheen Aug 2020
Everyone has scars they want to protect.
Even though scars aren't secrets.
They can be seen.

But because everyone can see them,
They'll want to know
The story
Behind your scars,
Which are secrets.

One is questioned,
The other is unknown.

So which is the secret?

The story?

Or the scar?

Which would we rather hide?
....
Kelly Mistry Aug 2020
Secrets can make you
Secrets can break you

Secrets shape us
Secrets divide us
Secrets drop a wall between us

Dividing families with no one the wiser
How can they not see this?
It’s right there

Between us

What if I tell?
What if they know?
What if they judge?

The scariest outcome would be
If nothing changes

And the wall of secrets wasn’t
The real divide

Between us
N Aug 2020
My tears are
saltier than the ocean’s

My heart is
heavier than Sisyphus’ rock

My secrets
that I buried beneath my
skin has turned into scars

My body is
but a graveyard
Michael A Duff Aug 2020
Marked our skin in ink

Each one with secret numbers

Now just lines I think
I marked my body with symbols deep of our love, a code only we shared she marked hers with my number "74" she wore, circles for each of us children too. I chose a key, she'd unlocked a heart I never knew I wear "14364". She has a keyhole on her hip meaning so deep and now does it mean anything to her but ink in skin she wishes not to keep, perminate even if covered. I will wear mine to my grave together with my box of things she forgot to put the parts of my heart in. No colors gay, she chose to stare at the mirror because real life was too bright. Year Slater I cry winding if I'll ever know before I die.
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