i wish i could tell you
secret things. hidden things
loving you true things
stored away in cluttered
corners of my heart
with whispered hopes
stashed behind papers
of crumpled dreams
slightly yellowed
but no less sweeter
i wish i could tell
you secret things
and i pretend that you'd
pull out the papers
smooth the wrinkles
and understand that
they are good and sad
and beautiful, even if
a little frayed, a little torn.
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