Thursday, May 14, 2009


Once accusations flew
Aimed from me to you--
But now I am the one
Hiding what I've done.
You must never know,
And it hurts me so.
I once took great pride
In having never lied--
"My life's an open book
Into which you may look."
But now there is a wall
You may not pass at all.
I must not let you see
The darker side of me,
For you would soon be gone
And I would be alone.
Although I broke the vow
I love you even now.
© 2001 TDH

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