There are hidden parts of me
echoing in silence, beneath...

This poem is not based upon
the knowledge I have learned...

It has almost been a year
since I let you into my life...

Each person who looks into her eyes,
becomes another person to run away from...

My world becomes shaded,
as my heart buries itself...

Insecurity;
merely another word to describe...

I sometimes wish
you would disappear...

My pen is crying tears of ink,
as once again it scribbles down...

My icy shadow rises from
the cold mist of yesterday's defeat...

Naked winter trees
drifting further from the sun...

Please do not store all your pain
inside your delicate heart...

I can hear the tremble in your voice,
as it echoes through the phone...