If You Only Know How I Feel

feelings are not
letters of advertisement
sometimes
we hide feelings like love
letters
so private
like the way we keep the
secrets of our
beings

take time.
flatter me,

ask me what i feel
and i will not tell you

i keep a secret garden
where flowers as buds
are always destined
to die.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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