RHYME Poem: The Garden Path, by Charlie Smith

I walk through thoughts like roses lined in rows,
Each petal bruised by things I never said
The garden keeps the secrets no one knows

A breeze recalls the way the silence grows,
Soft vines of doubt that twist around my head
I walk through thoughts like roses lines in rows

Beneath my feet, the earth remembers those,
Who bloomed and broke, then wilted when misled
The garden keeps the secrets no one knows

A lily leans where once a promise froze,
Its white face bowed afraid to look ahead
I walk through thoughts like roses lines in rows

The sun drips gold, but every shadow shows
The ghost of words we buried and put to bed
The garden keeps the secrets no one knows

And though the path may lead where no one goes,
I find the leaves still whisper that we should mend
I walk through thoughts like roses lines in rows
The garden keeps the secrets no one knows.