(secrets)
on the thorn my finger falls
a drop of blood as dark as
night is when I’m all alone
hiding from the falling rain
silver moonlight silver rose
darkness on my ivory hands
if I told you I was waiting,
would you believe me?
the days are growing shorter now
my heart is growing colder
and I know
there is not much time
before winter comes
maybe
tonight I will
open up my heart to you
there are things I’d like to tell you
(I might not be
so innocent)
