Tatiana Romanov

I can't open my heart in 2000 or less.
I can't describe the feeling in my chest,
as I sit here scared stiff from the still secret lies.

But you internet stranger have traversed this landscape too.

You and I are one and the same,
complimenting out loud but figthing to win the game.
Here we can be free,
and here I can be me.

Here I can rhyme or just bide my time.
We both want the same thing, uniqueness,
but neither of us have seen the true face of new.

Will you venture forth and try my home-made concoction?
Or click the "What's Hot" link and enjoy mass-produced conformity?
Tell me stranger, will you?