Years have gone by yet we hardly feel it
Moving on with life and getting what we needed
The past did last and sometimes we may wonder
What would happen if we met when we were younger

No one will ever know you were my weakness
It will be my secret I am afraid
Expressing the fondness would not free us
So I would never confess that I cared

We found our soulmates tasting the love’s sweetness
He is mine and she is yours
So there is no threat of course
Questioning the surface of this deepness
My friend in highs and lows behind the closed doors

No one will ever know I was your weakness
It will be your secret I am afraid
Expressing the fondness would not free us
So you would never confess that you cared

I think I used you to talk about myself
You perhaps did as well but you meant well
I guess this secret is not true to tell
And nothing that I said has ever helped

No one will ever know about our weakness
This is now open secret I am afraid
Every time we spoke some words were needless
We would take this feeling to our grave

Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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