I dropped the covers
On living the life I never existed in
Shut the doors and hid
It never crossed his mind
I lived in that cozy little inn
A place imaginary but real
Door creaked
Pulled fiercely
Frowns of laughter
Filled the town
Misery called his name
Stigma pushed him out
Anger and Strength walked in hand-in-hand
Fingers became brave
Courage now my feet
Door smashed and I walked through
I tore the covers
As I laughed
The world I knew was shocked to see
The rainbow I came to be
Written by Richard Moore
Nice and positively optimistic
my thoughts exactly
Because?
everybody is not cut out to understand poetry
Yeah Pete.. Especially hoes 🙂
Lol…. Really?
Poetry? Lemme just sip my coffee
Short but apt.
This is the dream of almost all gay men. To live a life devoid of inhibitions.
Reblogged this on ronniephoenix's Blog.
Short but apt.
This is what most gays in Nigeria dream about. To live a life without inhibitions.
Nice!