The Book Of Poems

Secret Garden

My skin is like a garden
Where my red roses grow
Between the blossoms
Row on row

I hide my secret garden
No one can know
It's my only paradise
I can't let this go

I know it's unholy
The pain is surreal
It won't be too long
Till I've gone too far

It can't be controlled
The urge is too real
I need to dig up
In order to feel