Lights out
I pour my eyes out
Scrambling in the dark
Feeling for faux fur
And bundles my shaking self
Just like my blanket,
I am fake
Each teardrop is pellucid
A contrast to what it holds
Eternally flowing
As long as I'm unhappy
As long as I'm untrue
The lot knows my name
And my collection if duvetyn
Fools fooled by my shiny rocks
And my crimson lips
With my matching flowy frock
Sickly sweet peppermint candy cane
Signature scent
I drive them fellas insane
Men kiss my toes
If only the world knows
My bones are not made of gold
I sigh in disappointment
And flick the vanity light on
True blue eyes stare
80's classic hair
Epitome of grace
Flaw has no place
But everything comes off at the end of the day
Time for my glitz and glam to go away
Inside the peapod I allow a peak
Underneath my clothes such horror reeks
After my mask is taken off
Reveals a boy whose fire died out
Weightless hands erase the paint
That made my smile seem not so fake
Had I the voice, I'd gladly yell
All I want is to come out of my shell
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WORD PLAY
Poetry"The lonesome hours is when imagination is vast, limitless even". Word Play is a collection of poetry of all kinds made in the most haphazard moments of a gay girl's life. note: for the part about the 2015 movie Carol, see chapter titled "carol" P.S...
