I won't tell a soul

when you cry,
when we are alone together,
it's okay,
I won't tell a soul
that you are not as
constantly tough
as your reputation has you;
I won't tell a soul
that you are as tender
as the first lilac blooms of Spring;
I won't tell a soul
that you are just as fragile
as the rest of us,
or that you bruise easily;
I'll just keep all that
right here next to my heart,
and I won't tell a soul.



April 1, 2009.

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