You stood upon my porch,
Waiting,
Hoping,
That i would choose another way,

As you stood you hoped and prayed,
but you knew that i was done,
that i had strayed,

You were to scared to enter,
and too scared to leave,
We both heard the whispers
The ones with the darkest seed,

Not good enough,
Not special,
Just another person,
Wanting attention,

So i give a soft smile,
and put the letter on the table,
I am not just another person
wanting attention,

Not just shadow,
but a shadow with the darkest secret.