The Secret I Keep

Now I've gotta come clean.

I'm sick, turning green.

But between you and me,

you are the secret I keep.

Kissing you gently,

soon becomes urgently.

But between these pages and me,

you are the secret I keep.

Touching me softly,

will eventually, be, well, costly.

But right now and between you and me,

you are the secret I keep.

Once a bestie.

Now my favorite, messy.

Between my journal and me,

you are the secret I keep.

Now I've come clean.

And I don't mean to cause a scene.

Confidentially, with you and me,

you're my favorite secret to keep.