My Own Little Secret

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    • deedeemcgee
    • writes as a release, that is what has gotten me this far in life, some I can write here, but most are personal reminders of past and future and an outlet to make better choices these days.

    My Own Little Secret

     As through the woods I wander
    Looking behind the trees......for you.
    I hear the thunder up above
    Your not there behind and I know.

    i pick up pace and begin to run from nothing
    but towards you, You are not to be found,
    Your not there and I know.

    You finally moved on
    but I can still feel your love
           surrounding me.

    No one sees my pain
    It's all locked up inside
    My own little piece of you.

    The rain begins to pour and I stop
    I look into the sky
    stop dead in my tracks
    I fall to my knees and I cry

    I cry for the love that I've lost,
    The love of my life is gone
    I sent him away

    now I endure the silent pain
    but in the woods my tears can flow

    Noe one can see,
    No one can hear
    No one knows how I still love you.....so

    I will always love you

    shhhhhhhhhhhhh

    My own little secret.

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    lonewolf commented on My Own Little Secret

    11-27-2009

    the imagery for this poem is excellent. i can see you searching through the trees for that special someone. very good write
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    deedeemcgee

    11/27/2009

    thank you

    Platti commented on My Own Little Secret

    10-28-2009

    I really liked this poem, especially how you used the woods to be your own little hiding place to show your true feelings normally hidden, very good write. Thanks =]
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    deedeemcgee

    10/29/2009

    Thank you, I feel you have your own little patch of woods.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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