BARED

I cannot write,

My words fail;

I cannot always offer,

My demanding senses sometimes prevail.

I cannot always be truthful,

Though I regret those lies;

I cannot smile forever,

I very often give up and cry.

I cannot create the perfect home,

There will be loopholes I know;

I might not give you the most beautiful baby,

I shall try very much though.

I cannot lose the love I was gifted,

I know I am a coward deep inside;

I shall be a loser in need of support,

More often than the strength by your side.

All this and much more in hiding,

I conceal from your sharp probing eyes;

I just bared the secrets of my soul to you,

Just stay and listen to its silence…don’t ever utter that last Goodbye.