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The Secret.

Updated on February 15, 2011

She has a secret, she'll never reveal,
not to her friends, or the one; her ideal.
This secret she keeps, never to share,
hidden too deep, ever to bare.

It's hers alone, her burden to hide,
no-one else knows, what she keeps inside.
This part of herself, her refusal to share,
It's not what you think, she never would care.

This secret she keeps, in a heart of oak,
It's hers alone, her own private joke.
She says "Its between myself and I...
It'll never be shared, even after I die!"

This secret desire, shall burn ever deeper,
Though she'll never succumb, your love it will keep her.
But at night whilst dreaming, she has no more chains,
In sweetness of slumber, no consequence remains.

You could never understand, this part of her being,
It's inconsequential, there's no need in seeing.
She is not ashamed, she hides not for fears,
Her secret is simply, something that's hers.

This side of herself, she'll never explore,
unless the day comes, she needs you no-more.
And even if this, could ever be true,
it could never be shared with other than you.

It's the one piece of herself, she keeps for her own,
all everything else, she shares with her throngs.

But you'll know of no secret,
You'll never suspect,
Forever; even after your gone,
This poem remains, by you unread.


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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      I love it! A secret is a secret after all and she is well very good in keeping it.

      One can be comfortable in keeping his or her own secret, while another one could not bear of keeping a personal secret too long and have to have someone trustworthy to know about it. It is like being held in the darkest dungeon to rot but dreams to glimpse a hint of a sun ray to come through...a small source of light giving a continuous hope that what was once a concealed secret is a pricked out from a burdened soul.

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      Holly Jackson 6 years ago from England, UK.

      Personally I diagree, I think things like fear, hatred, and predjudice are the scars of a soul! Secrets can be cathartic, (depending on what the secret is). And everyone has the right to keep some things to themselves. Thanks for the comments x

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      Seminarski Radovi 6 years ago

      Secrets are the scars of a soul. But when you release them you'll be free

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      Loveslove 6 years ago from England

      I think we all hav ea secret...I do !!

      Nice poem

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      Holly Jackson 7 years ago from England, UK.

      Lol I know what you mean, secrets can be irritating, but sometimes they can also be good for the soul! :)

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      shygirl2 7 years ago

      I hate secrets...they bug me so much that I want to know what they are...not fair!! I guess this one is okay, as I am prone to tell. I am not good at keeping them. LOL!

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      poetvix 7 years ago from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country.

      While the secret is yours to keep evermore, thanks for sharing the great poem!

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      Holly Jackson 7 years ago from England, UK.

      (lol attemptedhumour) thanks for the kind comments. :)

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      Leni Sands 7 years ago from UK

      Great poem.

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      attemptedhumour 7 years ago from Australia

      I'm not telling you what i think about your poem..............Oh alright it was great, well written and interesting. Bravo!