Hidden in my soul,
lies a passion untold.
Buried deep for one
to unfold.
Yet hidden tight within a shell
it remains.
Trapped by the secular world,
to be deadened by his touch.
Longing for one,
yet chaining her mortal soul
to that which weighs it down
clipping wings no longer there
and causing blood to flow,
in sweet rivulets down the spine.
Now condemned to live her life
with the tolling of mockery
a soft smile and
simple sound is all that
needs to fool that careful eye.
As mind drifts to deeper things
and hope of love eternally...