As I Kiss You In The Rain
As I kiss you in the rain
I wonder, do you feel my pain?
Can you feel the cracks in my armour
As you touch my face.
Do you smell the strong scent of regret and misery
In the clothes I wear
Or the air we share,
Like a cloak I am buried under.
How does the sight of me not have you running away?
Instead falling to your knees?
I am jerked away from the environment of senses I've always known.
Placed into the biome of sadistic senseless nonsense I could never own.
As I kiss you in the rain
I wonder if you're ashamed of me?
Only embracing in the wet weathering curtain.
Hidden away where no one can glaze
At our mystery of a maze in sympathetic despair.
Have you heard the whispers of shadows in the halls?
Have their words finally gotten to you after all?
I know they have to me.
The dark souls felt the cracks in my armour
And went through to the other side of the over grown wall.
They surround me in shame of who I am
And who I will never be.
I am faced with fears which I must mask.
Trying perfume to make the fake last.
As I kiss you in the rain
I wonder, do you see the game we are forced to play?
A/N: At first I was writing about a boy and his self conscious thoughts. Then I ended thinking of a relationship hidden from the outside world. One between two boys. Don't know why rainbows pop up when I write.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
