Mr Wilde

The love that dare not speak it’s name, is how I might describe
The deep - set sadness of my heart, with secrets tucked inside.

Eternally, my lips are sealed, forbid that I dare say
That the person I would die for, doesn't notice me these days.

But so unlike a broken heart, from lovers who have gone,
I keep my secret deep within and silently move on.

I look at friends and wonder if they carry the same thought?
But imitate a happiness that has been trained and taught?

Were we to gather quietly, without the fear of shame
Could we all speak out together and unload our personal pain?

A brave new world of mothers, who were not too scared to say
That the child that they would die for, doesn't notice them these days.