The Secret was Accustomed
The secret was accustomed
to being placed somewhere clever
It wasn't used to being thrown about
drifting on the wind as a feather
The secret wasn't foolish or pointless
or at least it didn't think it was
But it was constantly misconcieved
taken down, looked at, and judged
The secret was entangled in carnations and jasmines
and could outlast even god himself
It was dressed up and beautified when convient
before being tied in a knot and put upon the shelf
Created: September 2006
Last Edited: 4 September 2006
Notes: I'm very proud of this poem; I like it quite a lot. I wrote a short story, by the same name, which you can find here.
to being placed somewhere clever
It wasn't used to being thrown about
drifting on the wind as a feather
The secret wasn't foolish or pointless
or at least it didn't think it was
But it was constantly misconcieved
taken down, looked at, and judged
The secret was entangled in carnations and jasmines
and could outlast even god himself
It was dressed up and beautified when convient
before being tied in a knot and put upon the shelf
Created: September 2006
Last Edited: 4 September 2006
Notes: I'm very proud of this poem; I like it quite a lot. I wrote a short story, by the same name, which you can find here.