Perhaps no one will ever know... what is held inside of me. My tenderness, my faithfulness, passions yearning to be free. I tried to tell someone, one time... thinking they would understand, I suppose that I was too intense, my emotions out of hand. Many times things happen... where I've not said a word, but lived within my yearning heart my solemn voice unheard. I wrap my arms around myself... to try and ease the pain, Or feel the warmth of human touch, it's never quite the same. My brown eyes that once sparkled... with the innocence of youth, are darkened in the shadows now, of all that is my truth. I bear not any malice... revenge is not my goal just leave me as you found me, a loving, longing soul. And maybe, maybe someday.... will come that special touch, to reach inside my yearning heart, and love it just as much.
Copyright © jennifer ward | Year Posted 2011