Dying TruthA Poem by KristyLife...mind....soul....me....you...she...he....
I take his hands She takes mine They are mine And they’re both devine That’s my secret My inside die The true self wanders While my lies shattered I am me and you are you The confusion only grows While I wonder of who I am The hallow night of passing day I like both but would they take… I fear of hatred if myself escape I fear judgement when I'm looked Its learning matter to many people Its who I am My dying truth I love her body He has the smile They're both wonderful but would they wonder? Can i hide it for much longer. I wish I can go up to you My throat caught of my truth. Will you dispiss me? I spoke softly, "Mom...I'm..." © 2008 KristyAuthor's Note
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Added on September 8, 2008 AuthorKristySouth Gate, CAAboutHi I'm Kristy. I'm 15 years-old. I'm a junior in high school and my future career gaol is to become a writer or to open my own cafe'. If i can not be a writer then i guess i don't have much of a talen.. more..Writing
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