Dead Secret Poem by Possawat Piankij

I kept my secret inside
As if it was my pride.
I never let it go,
Wanting no-one to know,

But thou were my exception.
As long as it was alive,
Thou were to know in this life
‘Cause it won't be revived.

My secret pleaded to be free
‘Cause it belonged to thee.
I tried to make thee hear,
Feeling my ghastly fear.



I told thou all my heart
When thee did depart.
Upon being said,
It has become dead.

- One Whistle -