Beloved, doth thou hideth secretly in the shadow's?
In the dim, in depression's battle?
Screaming aloft for just something real?

Wanting one for thee to feeleth?
For one to thee to appealeth?
And just giveth thee a phone call or two?

One so true,
Doth thou covereth thine lesion's?
Doth thou changeth in the season's? As winter get's more lonely.

Hidden one, as me doth thou seeith the phonies?
Doth thou just heareth words of matrimony?
Yet none to be ever given!

Lass on amare lane,
As me is thine arm's open?
To not be held the same?

Darling of ocean mountain source
Wherein is thy water's taste and thirst?
That I shalt be complete from.......

Wherein art thou?
                                Hidden one....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry....