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The door is locked

Poetry By: BlackGoth
Gay and lesbian



When the door of the closet is locked and there is no way out, you can't let it pull you into the darkness, just move one.

A short poem of a heartbroken boy, moving on.


Submitted:Jan 2, 2013    Reads: 151    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


The door is locked.

I am a boy and she is a girl,

How could we compete.

Both in love with Zack yet,

My gayness quite discreet.

I am a boy and she is a girl,

And I am doomed by fate.

She belongs with him and yet,

I stay on as his "mate".

I am a boy and she is a girl,

I with rough skin and short cut hair.

She with rosy lips and big blue eyes,

Was I not told life is not fair?

I am a boy and she is a girl,

My heart Zack doth rob.

In the closet I remain,

And all through night I sob.

I am a boy and she is a girl,

And there is nothing I can do.

Some day I'll find a wife Zack,

And use her to replace you.





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