Tuesday 29 March 2011

Shhh...I will not tell

I will not tell
the times you came into the bed

I will not tell
the whispers you said

I will not share
the details to future generations
for they do not need to
bare such things

I will not call the police on you
because, dear, I pray
one day, you will see,
you will see me
as someone you'd like to know
more than you're fleetings

I will not call for help
because I hold hope
you will open your heart
greater than the sun's share.

One day you will love me,
One day you will care.

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