A Hidden Love
None will see,
none will know.
The shadows are my only confidants,
as I escape to see my love.
When will it end?
When will the secrets,
Come to an end?
I dream of it,
the day I can come out of the shadows.
The day I stop lying,
I stop hiding,
The day my love and I can be together.
But part of me knows
That day will never happen.
It is forever stored into my imagination,
only to be pulled forth when I am in need of hope.
But only to be stored away again
When I realize that It will never be so.