Secret Signs
When we say I love you
we say 1-4-3 instead.
To find out why I guess you'll have to
Get inside our heads.
Our secret is a sign of more
That lies beneath our souls
In tunnels dug through common ground
By happy, fun-filled moles.
I think, she feels, she thinks, I feel,
We talk beneath our words,
Singing silently our joy
Like mikeless, earphoned birds.
Of course our little secrets are
Quite easy to uncover,
Yet deeper still are wordless things
That hold our lives together.
we say 1-4-3 instead.
To find out why I guess you'll have to
Get inside our heads.
Our secret is a sign of more
That lies beneath our souls
In tunnels dug through common ground
By happy, fun-filled moles.
I think, she feels, she thinks, I feel,
We talk beneath our words,
Singing silently our joy
Like mikeless, earphoned birds.
Of course our little secrets are
Quite easy to uncover,
Yet deeper still are wordless things
That hold our lives together.
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This is just a silly "throw together" kind of poem. I wrote this when I was just a kid.