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Call it a poem or call it a story, this is what i do , when life is suffocating me and i feel trapped , i write.
Dedicated to all the people who hide their true selves just to please others, to all the people who love somebody they shouldn't love, dedicated to all the gay, lesbian, bi people who struggle with their own Identity every single day...please comment, thanks! cheers!

Submitted:Jul 13, 2012    Reads: 162    Comments: 9    Likes: 5   


They say we're free

But are we truly?

When every time I want to kiss you I have to hold back

Every time I want to hold your hand I have to draw fists instead

Every time I want to tell you that I love you I have to stop at a simple smile

Because they cannot know

They wouldn't understand


Such a simple word

For such a complicated lie

They tell me who to love and why

While my heart longs for your smile, your scent, your skin

While my body warms at secret memories of us

Naked bodies becoming one

Silent cries hidden in the night

They cannot know

They wouldn't understand

That I fell in love with your soul, and not with your form.


They say I'm free

While I pretend to be someone I'm not

So that they still love me

So that they still care


Such a silly word

For such a strong desire.


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