Our Secret


On my mind are words from you,

that I'll keep there a while,

and in the hallway, books clung to chest,

I bite away my smile.

The last thing I could wish for

is for someone to ask why

I smile walking by myself

as people pass me by.

But still, I cannot help but grin

recalling what you said.

The thought that I’m worthwhile to you,

I can’t get through my head.


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