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Bi-Trans-Dresser

Catapault me into chaos,

I wish to get a little closer.

Your tainted eyes speak to me.

I wish to get to know you,

just a little bit better.

 

If I can handle it,

I'll stick around and play.

Too much pain is a killjoy.

If it burns too much,

I'll blow out the fire someday.

 

Criss-crossdresser,

I'm seduced into your submission.

My identity remains in shambles,

I'll see you on the otherside,

as I walk through this transition.

 

A possible phase,

or a permanent reside?

I am lost in mindless self indulgence.

If I dance in the rain,

I'll no longer have to hide.

 

An eternal blue flame,

made of youth and spirit.

Love could only feed the madness.

To remain the same,

is something my mind could never inhabit.

 

So dance, and dance,

and sing the tunes of duality.

I experiment with composure.

And once I find balance,

my dream will be that much closer

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Hollow19
32 / M
Published
Jul 18, 2015
Lines·Words
30·157
Tags
#yearning#feeling#identity#searching#feminine#duality#transexual#masculine#crossdresser
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