Close my eyes, <br />Shoot me down, <br />Watch me as I, <br />Hit the ground. <br /> <br />Would you cry? <br />Learn to fly, <br />Tell me you were, <br />Willing to die. <br /> <br />Tell me now, <br />Don’t wait for later, <br />You’ll cause me pain, <br />You’re my distant traitor. <br /> <br />I’ll hit my head, <br />But it won’t remove, <br />This hidden feeling, <br />That is left to prove, <br /> <br />I am not dead, <br />Yet not truly living, <br />One day I will be released, <br />But yet still not forgiven. <br /> <br />And now I’m lost for words, <br />But not because there hard to say, <br />I just think expressing myself, <br />Is getting a little too easy, <br /> <br />I know it’s good, <br />To be able to share, <br />But some of my secrets, <br />Are better left where, <br />They are for now, <br />Because they’re just too much, <br />Better left in my head, <br />So that nobody can touch. <br /> <br />Not even me.<br /><br />Oliver Clarke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/better-left-in-my-head/
