Something

I keep staring at your photo, 

waiting for something in me to attack. 

Something in me to fight, 

something in me to come out and say what I wanted to feel.

What I wanted to feel is,

not having this uncertain feeling,

of this forbidden love.

I ask,

wanting for the answer I wanted to hear,

but my heart take it back,

not allowing it to be said out loud.

Lost-in-forbidden-love,

Sandy