Little Secret

Is it for fear to wet the pillows again? 

That I shall consume myself into the single life again? 

Even if issues pretend to die,

The world will wait to snatch us apart. 

The world might show to care,

 I still may still weep.

No form of love is left behind, 

that could bring me back together again.

I have lost everyone, 

whoever seemed to care.

Is it just me left behind?

Or an emotion waiting to get buried again.

Even the pillow knows my love for you, 

Every inch of love I hold in my heart for you.

After pretending my strength, the whole day,

It's that time of the day's end that,

I feel to put all my masks away. 

To get my soul naked and pour my heart out,

For I want to keep this forever... 

And if not forever just till the moment I take my last breath.