Within my clandestine thoughts,
I dance upon constellations
like some forbidden fairy
lost in someone else's dream.
There is only darkness
in this place,
and I confess, these petals I pick;
are only water color flowers
created by teardrops
and the ink of this poet's pen.
I have whispered love
softly in shadows
and hushed my heart;
held it to a flutter
these emotions left unspoken
until the sun rose in his eyes
Now all I see is his smile
his love that takes me away
from this gray cloud of despair
this backdrop, void of color
where I had become just a prop.
How can one claim to love,
yet steal your light?
So, I must take my own advice
at last, and follow my heart,
for what is a poet
without her passion...
♥♥
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