Treasure Island

Unintelligible Susurration


Having Secrets


Going to the library
To study for chemistry.
I went to the store
To buy bread & spaghetti.

I've had her look
The other way.
Fooled & entertained
By Mr. Galloway.

We can't keep
Having these secrets
My mom is bound
To take a hint.
Let's skip to fun
& vanish in the fine print.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013
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Poem that tells about two people seeing each other secretly. The narrator is sure her mom will find out because she makes up lies of where she will spend her day.

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