My Secret Garden *Again*

Seriously, it flows and looks better on a centralised formating. Unfortunately dummie blogspot finds some broken chains of HTML and screwed it up.


My Secret Garden


I have a secret garden
untouched by human hands
locked by thorns
surrounding the gates
behind the doors of
my secret garden

I have a secret garden
which blooms white roses
and flows red blood
like a little stream
carries love-hate lies
behind the doors of
my secret garden

I have a secret garden
pure and white leaves
stretches her flaps
and wrapping around
the only one crying tree
in the middle of the roses
behind the doors of
my secret garden

I have a secret garden
hurt by voices in the air
that the wind sometimes bring
the roses would frown
and chant a tune to overshadow
the noise which hurts my soul, all
behind the doors of
my secret garden

No one has found the
tiny key to
my secret garden

No one ever will,
because I hid it deep
beneath skin and bones,
etched the only map portrait
of my secret garden
on none
but only where it hurts the most.
My Heart.