But Me Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

But Me



Leading from the music, weeping,
piano keys playing in-between
your stress. Nobody knows you're crying,
but me. Our secrets leaking greatly.
Nobody else see's, nobody else knows.
But me.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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Christian Leope 08 August 2011

Sad one here. Secrets are bliss but can be bast***ds

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