adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Hidden

I have lied to the moon,
telling her I have no love,
none kept hidden away.

I have lied to myself,
pretending I knew your heart
when I knew not my own.

I have lied to you and fear
now to seek the truth
your heart has hidden from the moon.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

Lines kept coming to me after I went to bed last night...had to keep switching the lamp on and off until I was pretty much finished with this poem.

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