Posted by Shimika Young on July 02, 1999 at 00:55:56:

A Guilty Secret

As the sun rises high in the eastern sky,
And the wet sand flees from beneath my feet,
And above the birds whisper, and the calm air sighs,
And the waves rushing in, only then to retreat,
Shall my love grow stronger and stronger still,
And of that which my heart can only see,
Which intrigues the mind, for it is filled,
Where only the myths of lovers be,
And despite all the pain the fact remains,
That my glow is fueled by my black heart's rage,
But the memories of your arms and your kiss leave the pain,
On my soul where it and my guilt is engaged,
Oh I guess it was not all an accident,
At the time I believed it was that I meant.

©1997 Shimika Young