Agh,, I'm writing this on the computer...might not be as good :\ Options

[IceCream4U]

Yeah...I haven't written this poem yet, I'm gonna start it on the computer. They're always bad :\ EXAMPLE: My "Bitch" poem.




Secrets.
Why do we have them?
Only to start trouble later?

Maybe its the intesity and fun
But really what does it come to?
Maybe a crushed heart?

But yet I still tell them,
I live with them
And breathe them in.

Hey, can I talk to you?
Sorry, you can't listen. Its private.
Are often heard words.

So now all these little secrets
Are causing segregation between us,
Our group.

So now when I do something wrong
A friend is blamed because they stick up for me and comfort me.
Maybe because they're mad at the person I'm mad at?
Why are they mad? A secret.
Yes, they are blamed.
And now I feel guilty, oh so guilty.

Why am I guilty?
Because I have a secret.
A dirty little secret.
And no, I won't tell you.



^^ See????