I can tell you stories
Of cabbages and kings,
But the things
I really know
Can seriously sting.
I will not say it now
But it brings
Something to mind;
Love can leave
You behind.
I know that feeling
And sealing
The temptation,
The contemplation
Will not save.
No crime committed,
Just omitted
From public gaze.
Who cares?
I do,
I know what went on,
Take it to my grave
