As a poet, I dare not say
Of the words i write everyday;
But to the secrets untold, i may
for they cannot say it anyway
Why are you so quite and speechless?
Oh! my oh so! gloomy mistress;
I loved the way you laugh and smile,
And the memories when you walked in the aisles
So how is it for you
so complicated?
you weren't always stressed and hated
But come to think, you were always depressed;
Telling me you wanted to die and your life is a mess...
Frances Lugtu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-a-poet-i-dare-not-say/
