Black Rose

Black Rose
''Though time has robbed it of its' beauty and life, the memories will linger with its dark remains''''

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The secret.






The secret.


Clueless,

Feelings twirl and swirl,

Breathless,

To think I’m only a girl.

The yearn,

Oh! How bad it feels,

The burn,

Can’t break the seals.


My words speak not,

What my heart desires,

My eyes show not,

The suppressed fires!


I’m not afraid,

But I am terrified,

That which remains unsaid,

Freedom denied.


If I were two,

Both paths I would thread,

None should I answer to,

Papers I need not shred!