I'm haunted by a tempting thought
An action that I fear
When dormant, it feels miles away
But when in longing, I know it's there
Thoughts swim inside my head all day
But this one never seems to yield
I wonder if you think about it
And just how it makes you feel.
My voice will never speak of this
I'll keep this secret safe inside of me
Cruelly ironic hanging on my lips
As if that's where it's supposed to be
Cracked and dry, someday sometime
Maybe someone will step up to the plate
I know who I'll hope it to be,
I know I'll hope it's not too late.
Cathelynne Ross Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pre-electoral/
