Gotta secret,
Can you keep it,
Swear this one you'll save.
Better lock it
In your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave.
Gotta secret,
Can you keep it,
I am all alone,
Better lock it,
In your pocket,
Because I'm not going home.
Gotta secret,
Can you keep it,
I swore I'd never tell.
Better lock it,
In your pocket,
I'm going straight to Hell.
Gotta secret,
Can you keep it,
I'm nearly dead.
Better lock it,
In your pocket,
And shoot me in the head.
(A/N: Yes, I know the first stanza is the lyrics from Secret. The rest of the stanzas are my versions of the first. Please, if you're reading this, comment! I want to know if anyone is actually reading this or if these are just for me. Thanks. Bye.)
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A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
