A straight line and a straight order
They tell us their conditions and we have to obey
Say this do that
Love him, be her
They don't give a choice to be anything but their norm
They make weird and strange the words strung behind different
They make me fear my name
Fear loving the person I love with my entire heart
They don't tell us other ways
They don't teach us how to fly
They only show us how to walk their single straight path
Never letting us path our own walkway
Now I know that path was not for me
That the person I love was at crossroads on a different route
That I fell in love following different markings
That I found my place with someone far removed from that straight path
YOU ARE READING
A Never Ending Anomaly
PoetryA collection of my poems. From love to dark humour, I asure you I write it all.
