Don’t tell me your
Secrets.
I have plenty of my own.
Don’t tell me your
Rules
I’ll just break them.
Don’t tell me your
Fears
Lest they trigger mine.
Don’t tell me you’re
Sorry
Unless you truly are.
Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me your
Secrets.
I have plenty of my own.
Don’t tell me your
Rules
I’ll just break them.
Don’t tell me your
Fears
Lest they trigger mine.
Don’t tell me you’re
Sorry
Unless you truly are.
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I like the line about the rules and this poem resonates with me. Good job.
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Thanks! This poem started to be about something totally different. It was very stubborn, or maybe I was the stubborn one.
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Love the photo that goes with this one. I wish I would have found it after I wrote Ode to the Ides.
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I thought the photo fit perfectly. God bless Pinterest.
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Wow! I think we have all been blind sided like this. Really rings true!
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It started out so different than I had in mind.
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I smell a second post?
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Maybe! My brain is really ADD right now!
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Except you’ll never find another perfect picture like that one!
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Exactly!
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