The Secret (seeds of weeds)

There's a secret I cant keep,

I mumble about when I'm asleep,

it races constantly through my head,

keeps me awake in my bed.

Flashes of thoughts make me cry,

I stumble and fall then wonder why,

the pain in your eyes shivers me still,

longing for love, losing the thrill.

Time marches on no matter the doubt,

when I'm let in, I feel left out,

wonders and thoughts make me sigh,

the sparkles gone from your eye.

Emotions are real, not just a word,

something you feel not something that's heard,

tied to the heart it pains me to feel,

love's not an object, ready to steal.

Closing a door another to open,

a heart stands alone easily broken,

a man's not an island to be left to drift,

standing divided causing a rift.

So my secret not hidden has now been spoken,

the reason I cant sleep, my hearts been broken,

the fruits of life from the seeds that's sown,

can turn to weeds when your left alone.

Comments 4 comments

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jfay2011 5 years ago

very beautiful poem. I like your picture too.


jenubouka 5 years ago

Love the uniformity of flow, beautiful.


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Mark Psychedlic 5 years ago from Birmingham UK Author

Thankyou


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yusefblack 5 years ago

Nice work

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