Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Adrian Newman Apr 2016
I know there's that one time where you couldn't see the real me
I know I've been here a long time and time is never easy
I'm difficult to please because I always want the best
But when I do I want it for both of us.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because my body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

She's so young, only 17
And I'm twice her age but she's like my deadly queen
She left me and her body behind
Now I must take care of it for her and I.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because her body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

She's not my queen but she knows she can count on me
I'll look after her body though she won't come back.
In misery, but there's nowhere else for me
I must go on and hope she can live her dream.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because her body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

My heart is old and you think I'm her
But I have respect for me.

27th April 2016
This is a song that describes the love-hate relationship I have with the body I must look after. It's someone else's but she left me in charge of it even though I'd rather have a guy's body. I hope you like it :)
Adrian Newman Apr 2016
Like music in the distance I hear you whisper
And your scent is stronger than wisteria.
I can feel the freedom being released from me
While your words form a melody.

As I daydream my life away
I sit back and listen to your soothing song.
I have the perfect image of you in my mind,
Calm and peaceful beneath your wind-blown hair.

And I see far away, clouds in a hazy sky
The sun on your arms, the wind teasing my shirt.
As I put my arms around you and your head rests on mine
Slowly, like a chiffon blouse, your fatigue slips from your shoulders.

12th April 2016
You can imagine anyone you like in this poem. There's no right or wrong person to think about (except someone you hate, of course!) :)
Adrian Newman Apr 2016
Written off as a label, condemned to live the wrong life
But wanting to go back and say sorry for what he's done.
Once he realizes there's no going back, that's he's doomed to hearing 'she'
It's enough to make him realize his debt was great
So great that it must last his whole life.

Even if he changes his body he'll always have scars
To pay for the ones he gave to girls
And to those that were different who he used to shame.

That fateful night when he stupidly wished
To come back as a girl, to run away from his problems.
He was an idiot, a liar and a cheat
And he deserved every punishment he got.

But now that he knows he can't escape, he can't hit rewind
He just wants to end the pain and he wants sympathy
But even if he got it, what would that do?
What if he's just sorry he was caught?

I beg you, please change me back
Please stop me from being such an ***
I repent from my thoughtless and ignorant remarks
Because this is the worst punishment of all!
To become the labels that bring pain and sorrow
To those I forced them on
And to realize that like them I can't wake up tomorrow
And see who I really am.

My body and life is a lie or some terrible dream
But I can feel it all happening, all tearing at me.
And not just how the body of someone else looks
But at the soul that is in fact me.

Get me out of this cage, make me feel unashamed
To be a man and to face my problems
And to truly repent for my mistakes
And be okay with who I now know myself to be.

I can barely look at her face anymore,
The girl who I wished to become lightly
I just want to be rid of every trace of her
And go back to being simple, better me.

10th April 2016

— The End —