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Poem written 03/05/2012


Submitted:Mar 5, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


It hurts me more to hide my love from you

even though I must keep it hidden in my shoe

And I don't tell anybody just which one

I keep it hidden from the moon and the sun.

I know in many ways I let you know it

and in many ways I try not to show it

At our age you would think no one should care

if you and I had our whole lives to share.

So what times a good time to love you

when no one else needs to know that I do

And what times a good time to treat you

like a woman and not an animal in a zoo.

Your no ones possession or personal treasure

to treat as a slave or servant without measure

You should have like they do to be free

a mind of your own but just like me.

We're told what to do and when to do it

and to wear their shoes when they don't even fit

I know what I want instead of lonely

Just me with you babe and you with me.

So what times a good time to love you

when no one else needs to know that I do

And what times a good time to treat you

like a woman and not an animal in a zoo.

Yes, it hurts me not to love you so I do

even though I must keep it hidden in my shoe

And I don't tell anybody just which one

I keep it hidden from the moon and the sun

But it hurts me more to hide my love from you.





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