Treasure Island

Len Maonio


Secret


Sorry for the mistake I have made,
I wasn’t thinking of what might right.
I know I am the person you trusted most
And I know that you’re afraid I might tell;
“I know your little secret best friends don’t tell, don’t worry”,
Those promise I remember it’s stuck in my mind.
But we humans are made not perfect,
We make mistakes on and on all over again
So we give our forgiveness or for what heart says.
I was mad at you that time I didn’t notice your crying;
I left you like a baby all alone in a dark room
I’m confused don’t know what to do and burst out.
Sorry for I have tell them your little secret,
Sorry because I just can’t stand your little secret.

Submitted: Monday, October 23, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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