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Jan 2018
God, you’ve spilled a cup of lies,
For my heart has found you
Hiding in a closet next door.

God, I want you to be mine,
And me to be yours but you’re
Hiding in that closet next door.

God, you’re not alone,
You’ve found yourself a lover
And a follower—though only
If you’re ready to come out
Of that closet next door.

God, you’re pure,
You’re everything I want.
From under your blonde unkempt hair
Peek hazel brown eyes shining
Like sunlight on polished stone,
Though I can’t tell you which shirt to wear
When you’re locked in that closet next door.

God, why can’t you come down?
Is anything too difficult for the Lord?
Riots of color shine after fierce storms,
So let your colors shine God—come down
And tread the sweet grounds of my heart.

God, if you’re afraid that the woman
Who kissed you goodnight would never
Kiss you again, then I say the softness of her lips
Could have been nothing but a
Luscious dream in the stormy night.

God, if you’re afraid that the man
Who taught you how to ride a bike would never
Get to teaching you how to ride a car, then I say
The joy you saw in his face came
From a hollow heart.

God, if you’re afraid of god,
Then I say God fear god not,
Because I have found God
Not in the skies—but in a boy
Hiding in a closet next door.

God, you said it,
Life is love! Love is life only!
You won’t be lone in that closet anymore
But lone in my heart, be human, get out of that
Closet next door and kiss me hard
Like a human never did before.
This poem is addressed to a crush I have whose room is next to mine.
Written by
Rashid  17/M/Victoria, BC
(17/M/Victoria, BC)   
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