The little babyfaced boy,
He would have only been a toy.
With his sparkling eyes,
They were hiding stubborn lies.
Those hidden stubborn lies,
Were really only ties.
From me to you,
And you to me.
That little babyfaced boy,
Seemed so very inncocent.
He would always enjoy,
When something was luminescent.
Sparkling eyes,
And skin so soft.
Those very little lies,
Should have been doffed.
But now we hold a secret,
That burns our mind.
We are being cooked on a skillet,
Being burned alive.
We should have told the secret,
Let it all out off our chests.
But now we shall always regret,
That we have to take this lifelong test.
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Comments
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have fun with all of the people her
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I like this it kind of reminds me of a role reversal of a situation i've been in myself. This makes me think of an older woman and a younger guy and they having to keep things secret. Nicely done.
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