I Know Your Dirty Little Secret
You better come clean Mr Jones
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret
I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones
you hide behind your clever tones
you smile at faces play your part
yet rot lives deep inside your heart
You are a liar and a cheat
you crawl in shadows on quiet feet
thinking no one sees your game
but whispers rise and mark your name
The mask you wear begins to slip
truth comes out with every drip
no charm can save no lie can mend
the secret burns you to the end
You could confess to your wife first
or keep it longer and make it worse
you decide what you do, remembering
I will show her you have been untrue.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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