Secrets - Chelle

You and I have so much in common
We smile, we breathe
But you have kept something from me.
Something small
But important
In your mind there is something
Someone or something
Something else has developed in your life.
Other than I
But you have not told me yet
The day you tell me will be a sad one
There will be blood shed and death
All because of this little thing.

Chelle - December 9 1994