The way he looked at her.
The moment was so intense,
They felt love...

For few days passed,
He is still looking at her so new,
What has romance caused?

The more gentle his touch.
the more she falls,
They never spoke.
Stayed so quiet.

Cause he was a she,
No one knew,
Afraid to speak.
Harsh words are what humans are for.

She was different,
Acceptance is what she was.
Now look at happy,
Redefining Itself.

She is my love,
She is my smile.
She is my happy.

As I lay a kiss upon your lips, I utter the words.
"I love you." I pull back once I recall what I had just said.
This unusual feeling in my stomach,
This sudden ache in my heart.
The drop my stomach felt as I processed everything.

It wasn't the first time I said those words,
but this time I meant it.
It wasn't the first time I kissed someone,
but it felt new.

Who are you?
Making me feel this way.
Dead quite the room was,
until you whispered "I love you too"
and kissed me again .

The way I felt after every touch,
So diligent so out of control
The inner demon reaching out of me
but her soul cleans me,
love she calls it .

I feel them inside me.
As I place a gentle smile on my lips,
To assure the people around me that
I am fine.
Inside me.
I feel my heart shattering, my nerves wrecking, tears bursting out and the unending sting left in my chest.
Oh, how I wonder.
Do they know how I feel? Do they feel the same way?
The solace look on their faces destroys my sanity and faith in myself.
The ability of making myself feel better relies on these people around me,
Unpredictable and unwillingly I let myself disappear.
                            The End.