In My Secret Garden
In my secret garden...,
I shall present to you the things that I enjoy privately the most.
In my secret garden...,
I shall present to you the most horrible times of my life.
In my secret garden...,
I shall tell you who I love.
In my secret garden...,
I shall share with you the most happiest times I have ever known.
In my secret garden...,
I share both my political and personal opinions.
In my secret garden...,
The stories will not always rhyme or make sense at the time.
In my secret garden...,
Their will be ramblings that one will not be able to understand.
In my secret garden...,
Their will be questions unanswered.
In my secret garden...,
Grows a tree.
Only time will tell if it is truly meant be.
The flow destiny.
Riddled with flaws that cause a due pause.
A hesitation in a time of meditation.
Will it reveal a revelation?
With time as the contemplation.
I leave to you nothing but mere thoughts.
Straight from both my head and heart.
With patients as my virtue, I still might never have my true start.
A unfinished, undocumented, and incomplete works.
Even with the greatest dedication I still at times get stuck.
It is as much a mental block as rotten luck.
I've always said it comes waves.
And it does, I can't turn it on and off as I like.
It chooses when and where.
I write both in love and in despair.
Some times this leaves the dependability up in the air.
But it will not stop me from living as one lives.
To take in the moment, draw it on a canvas, and describe it as my own.
Most of the time I do this all alone.
For theirs something wrong with me.
I enjoy my silence.
I enjoy my seclusion.
I enjoy my indifference.
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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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