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The Secret (seeds of weeds)

Updated on October 5, 2011

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.


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  • jfay2011 profile image

    jfay2011 5 years ago

    very beautiful poem. I like your picture too.

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    jenubouka 5 years ago

    Love the uniformity of flow, beautiful.

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    Mark Hodges 5 years ago from Birmingham UK


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    yusefblack 5 years ago

    Nice work

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