Here I stand, hidden in the shadows
Dieing within the painful hallows
Mocked by most, treasured by few
I fall into darkness, lost to you
Words of hope are spread
Yet to me they fall, coldly ringing dead
There I lay, covered by the sky
Motionless, not showing how hard I try
Being myself, treasuring you
Smiling at the thought of something new
Smelling the bouquet,
Resisting the wine
Nothing more to say
Save that you will not be mine
Timothy Weiermann
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-352/
