Secret
I did things he doesn't know, yet
Things that'd get him mad
Things that he already said not to do
Things that I wanted to do so badly for some time
I wish he won't find out
So that I can keep it as my little secret
Between myself and I
But he have always been so good at solving things
Things that get him mad
No matter how hard I try to hide it
He'll find ways to get me spill my secret
But he can't never know this one
Because he'll leave me without returning
Maybe ever again
So, please keep my secret
As I play with my skin
Feeling the sensation of dying
He can't never know about this one
Or any other secrets we will make
Let's touch the northern sky
Or just get high on endorphines.
Copyright © Risha Fairuz | Year Posted 2015
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