I could share my feelings with you but my heart has itís limits,
Because a womanís heart is a locked enchantment full of secrets.
You might be eager to delve into the unknown,
But who knows what I could remember once my cover is blown.
Iíve had so many people to guide me, show me whats right and wrong Ė
But no oneís ever shown me the way to feel like I belong.
When your young, your mind acts almost like a sponge..
Except the things you were taught wonít be able to soften your plunge.
Since the age of 11, Iíve kept my thoughts and feelings hidden,
I canít recall what caused me to do this, I canít be certain.
Thereís so many aspects of myself that are still unclear to me,
But there will always be my heart under what you see.
So instead of trying to force your way in, just stop the pressure..
I canít open up under your supervision, Iím not much of a confesser.
Give me time and my deepest thoughts will have nowhere else to go,
And thatís when youíll realise thereís more to me than you know.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Cristina L. Pineda (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, October 1 2005, 05:10 am|
You are not alone, I can totally relate!
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