Secrets.
Why was I writing in your mind
Voicing thoughts once left behind?
The answer I cannot tell
But things you said touched me well.
Evil took you, passion it was
Very long it did not last.
Defeated by a boy that did live
Now I am living by your last gift.
Secrets I shall hold
Secrets I shall unfold.
When the time is right
I will meet you in the night.
In the night of loss and despair
Our bonds will be repaired.
Out will stand your daughter true
That was the gift I got from you.
Family ties
Blood lies
Heaven cries
Love dies.
You are for me
As I am for you
Secrets we are.
Ginny.
(This is a prelude to a new story, Blood Ties. Reviews are highly appreciated. I do not owe Ginny, but the poem is mine.)