Confessions of a Poetry Souper
Oh no I can’t I will never confess
If I do my life will just be a mess
You can torture me and you can cause pain
But I’ll never tell never give you a name
I promise the secret I would keep
If I confessed now I never would sleep
So confessions you will not get out of me
I am not that sort to kiss and tell thee
But a little hint of what I want to confess
Is that it begins with a H and ends with a ness
In fact it is happiness that I have got
I know it because when I don’t write I am not.
© 4/02/2013
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