Freedom
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
Freedom
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.
Freedom
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
Freedom
Such a silly word
For such a strong desire.
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