Elizabeth Wrobel

The Secret

You grabbed my arm, pulling me out of the crowded hall,
Into an empty room, where no one could hear us at all.
You were so excited, dying to tell me what no one else could know,
What you're about to reveal, I promise not to tell a soul.
My lips are sealed, my voice will never be heard,
Of what you just told me, I won't breathe a word.
A secret is something I should keep to myself,
I promise not to go telling anyone else.

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