Just Our Little Secret

Just Our Little Secret

Can a secret ever do me good?

‘Just our little secret…’

Whispered in my hood

To tell is to die

But I’m dying to tell

Perhaps they won’t believe me

Do you think I should?

Making sense of confusion

Is beyond my clouded mind

I feel such deep division

Whirling thoughts careen

And bubble in my brain

‘A fantastic imagination…’

I would tell them if I could.