But, maybe not today.
You should leave now
And return in a while
To be able to get me.
How about we trade two secrets
I'll tell you mine
And you return the favour?
How would it be to keep
Two precious thoughts safely?
Maybe I should write a book
And maybe you an ode.
Let's riddle our secrets into words.
And let the world read something
That makes no sense to them.
They would never understand
The million things we feel.
Maybe they should stop
In their tracks for a moment
And consider what feeling feels like.
Maybe we could whisper
And let a smile or two escape.
Then maybe life would change
A secret would become two.
Would you like to?
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