Away from the truth and hurting
A shallow living, prying
To be honest, but dying
Away from the hurt from the race
Im fine on a stage on my pace
Have you always known?
My attraction to pretty girls with
pretty eyes and sad stories.
Stories I re-told at lunch everyday, asking
for endings I knew nothing about.
Indemnify me for this gigantic emptiness of vast space
and for not having the courage to break it to my face
But since life is no fairy tale
The forever love promise soon become stale
My name day came and went
Suddenly there was no time to spend
When they define queer as "odd" and "strange"
Come to me and I shall educate you
Queer is normal.
Queer is beautiful.
Queer is fine.
One more of those moments is all I want - just once more
And I will buy myself back from you
Instead, can you keep my essence forever - however long or short that moment lasts?
I started believing in the dreams I never had,
Cancelling well laid out plans for the one who didn't have.
She carries burdens like flowers; says that scars are just rough kisses from the universe.
I kissed you under the mistletoe
Silently, secretly, afraid to let our cover blow
But we had to do it, it was Christmas time
I was yours and you were mine
I wonder if you think of me
On those sleepless moonlit nights
Of what we could have been
if you had said yes
Dreams of the texture of your hair…
In my room on the terrace,
I spend hours shifting in my self.
moving my breasts along my body,
adjusting my eye and putting it
near my lip.
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
I melt into your softness,
Plunge into your wetness
I dip into you
For memories and treasures
She treads like a whiff of wind
Vandalizing scattered newspapers
Slithering over a dozen novels
Zipped boots and long skirt
Crop top and summer hat
Romila strains to find her cologne
Winter sighs at stark defiance.
Her love had ended, for her lover she was now obsolete;
For mine had begun, O! the beauty, the seductress, the woman across the street.
I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.
You ask me why I fight.
You ask me why I scream.
On this day of the first touch
Of mildest chill at dawn,
The freshness can infect much
Fresh thoughts in minds forlorn.
I wish to be a tree
None bigger may there be
With blackness sprawling underneath