Sunday 16 September 2018


I held back. afraid.to touch you.
Afraid you would flee
And you would nt see me again.

I held back words that might have frightened you.
I bit my lips so that they wouldnt escape into a disaster.

I decided
the best thing therefore was
for me to run away

carrying
all that was aching inside me.
Aches that took birth everytime i saw you.

Here.i Feel safe in my poetry

Opening
my secret yearnings
like the petals of a rose.

Only the fragrance betraying the deeply arroused feelings.


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