A Collection of Poems

035: Secrets

The longest of all my English poems (34 stanzas), this, again, has a lot of inspirations coming from the different people in my life. As usual, I have already forgotten which person reflects which stanza, but I do have a special mention to the gladiola on stanza 23 (you know who you are, *smirks*). Anyway, the main idea of this poem is to actually tell something about a secret, to how it gives life some kind of worth or meaning, and to how it destroys the mind. Secrets are the vulnerability of everyone, and as an addition, I demand secrets some justice.

XXXV

SECRETS

While everyone is watching

Or maybe whis'pring this

Say something that's unusual,

And forget that there is

I might have some of roses

With thorns that prick my eye

But no one knows, I love her

And she comes, by and by

I speak little about her

Try not to let away

But feels so devastating

That she will come and play

I feel like I am suff'ring

Of unexpressed romance

But no one knows, I love her

When she comes by to dance

I love her on condition

That friendship's weighed in pair

Of equal ranked devotion

Not choose either of fair

I have this golden measure

That all can see by now

But no one knows, my love is

A broken-hearted vow

I hope that she is back to

My heart where she has been

But comes back for a moment

And leaves me for the mean

I have this small intrusion

Of echoing heartbeat

But no one knows,

I'm unsure Of aching cold and heat

I never knew it like it

Was like a yesterday

When I regret accepting

And she should always pay

I like not being someone

When all is hurt inside

But no one knows, I'm also

A wounded 'lectric glide