A little secret

When will words right my wrongs?

Of living,of moving or singing songs.

Of tears I've shed or laughs I've made,

my regrets are ones only to forbade.

I only wish that our hands may touch,

I really do not ask for much.

But till then i will just suppress,

the longing urge for a gentle caress.

Author's Note

i found one of my journals that i put the odd poem and drawing in and found this little jem. even remember why i wrote it but thats another story.