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The secrets we keep The lies we tell Just so we can sneak around And never get found out We tell our families “I’ll be right there.” When you’re really coming here You light a match To mask the smell Of exactly what You’ve been doing Or maybe you’re in a car With that guy your parents hate The car is parked On lover’s leap And you slide into the back Or maybe you at that party With no parents for miles You drink shot after shot And jump into your car That joint you smoked Was laced with LCD and now you don’t know what to do That boy you love Has someone else on his mind When he says, “I love you…” Those shots you drank The ones you thought you could hold Are now effecting your driving The secrets we keep The lies we tell… |
first i must say the same i say to everryone who has that pic... I LOVE GIR!!! other than that this was a great write and i know a lot of people will be able to relate. keep up the awesome work and i hope to read more by you soon. you area doig great. love tina | Posted on 2006-10-16 00:00:00 | by ladiesplanet1 | [ Reply to This ] | Oh! I know this only too well. Too many secrets I keep from my parents and the lies I tell to keep those secrets secret. Theres just too many of them. And I can't go back on any of them. So I hide them in my closet until I'm ready to review them. This is a great poem and I am adding it to my favorites. | Katana | Posted on 2006-10-16 00:00:00 | by Katana Ryoko | [ Reply to This ] | |