I thought for a moment that I would not keep my secrets,
and spill everything out like the broken levees of New Orleans,
and let you help me pile back the sandbags,
one at a time, a single team with a common goal.
But for all that, I need secrets to begin with.
****** (some alternative verses started considered)
I thought for a moment that I would let you in,
and seriously consider your input on the decision,
because ultimately, we're both effected,
and I can compromise sometimes. Just sometimes.
I thought for a moment that I would ask you what to do,
and you could tell me and I would listen,
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
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