Secrets and Feelings for her.
She is the girl I think about
She's the girl that makes me cry out
In my sleep I cry out, and no one hears
Constantly drinking, an faking the cheers
This poem is not to be seen
Because it'd be thought to be mean.
In here Im letting it all out
No one hears me, not even with a shout.
She may be odd, an different
But in my life, that's a good thing sent.
She's younger, but funny
A girl that looks and acts cunning.
The secret about this be
She'll never be with me.
No matter how much I push or shove
it'll never be the gift from above
but Like I said before
Im happy for her, even if my minds tore
I know that things will never be
But maybe one day she will see
She'll look back an remember my name
And realize I wasn't to blame.
Now I put my head down in shame,
Because I feel like Im lame,
but atleast I know she'll be happy.
By Robert J Honaker.
