Don't peek
I've been working hard
Not to move
Under my cover
Don't be so kind
I don't want to come out
I shed my skin
A few times before
But I wilted
I am not cut out
To withstand
Slight changes of the season
Keep it at a distance
And I could play
In our Disney World
Until our eyes
Shut on their own
I would be good to you
Share all the graces
Of a woman
However you want it to be
What you don't know
Does not count
Truth has too many shades
A lie dabbed with real feelings
Is not totally a lie
So I'm asking you kindly
Don't ask me questions
Don't peek
Many of us to get by with half truths. because life is not always black and white. This has been added to my favourites list.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not everything in present should rely on the past. Some things are better left untouched. Not pressing shows respect and can be rewarded with love, which is always the best! Put your shovels away and tend to the topsoil! Another great poem Melanie!
I always look forward to your words of wisdom. Thank you always.