Back To What Got Me Here Poem by James McLain

It was'nt that i was blind and you
did things you should not have
Over looking without eyes to see
your dirty little secret within.
Questions every one thinks to ask
wishing they were me having a
moment in you to reflect that we
are free to rob the minds of each
other again again and again.....
..remember I know your secret..
when you get over it you will come back
......sharing more and more...
...it is safe with me...so talk.....) it(s
......our shame...) it(s..never ending
......) it(..is........on your lips..
............to but speak.........
...about your secret deep within....