This is the first draft of this poem. It needs much revising.
Secret
Secret messages passed along,
In hopes our connection won't
Come to light. As we hide in
The dark. Our meeting tonight ends
With a word and a kiss.
You say to me that you care,
But as the chrome fades
Away under the green, I know
You are on your way,
Your way to see her.
'he is the one who can call
You hers. The girl who got
You first and is not forced
To be silent tomorrow. The
One who's similar to me.
What would happen if she
Knew? A letter, unsigned,
Left on her door. I wonder
If I could be a secret no more,
And be forever yours.
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