My secret thoughts reside
in the backyard of my existence
where darkness cries out in shivers
clear to my bones.
I wake up to find them
packed neatly on shelves in my mind
and wish I could just crawl away,
be left alone.
They come from my emotions,
dressed in sadness
with no intention of ever comforting
what they transform.
There are days
when they make a decision
to rearrange the places I stand
until I am left without hope,
forlorn.
My secret thoughts are the lyrics of my being
which bid my heart
to walk on a white canvas
of the purest snow.
Oh the damage
that could be done
if I spoke them aloud,
my true feelings revealed
with these eyes full of woe.
I cannot bend or I'll break
so I hide on these shelves
in my mind,
packed neatly away
from all that challenges
my tree of life,
such as falling leaves.
My secret thoughts control
how my tongue refrains
from speech,
So my true feelings,
you will.....
never see.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
My secret thoughts reside
in the backyard of my existence
where darkness cries out in shivers
clear to my bones.
I wake up to find them
packed neatly on shelves in my mind
and wish I could just crawl away,
be left alone.
They come from my emotions,
dressed in sadness
with no intention of ever comforting
what they transform.
There are days
when they make a decision
to rearrange the places I stand
until I am left without hope,
forlorn.
My secret thoughts are the lyrics of my being
which bid my heart
to walk on a white canvas
of the purest snow.
Oh the damage
that could be done
if I spoke them aloud,
my true feelings revealed
with these eyes full of woe.
I cannot bend or I'll break
so I hide on these shelves
in my mind,
packed neatly away
from all that challenges
my tree of life,
such as falling leaves.
My secret thoughts control
how my tongue refrains
from speech,
So my true feelings,
you will.....
never see.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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