Behind the screen. If I were to write.
You barely read my hand writing.
For I think faster than I can write.
Or type.
Behind this screen you'd see the joy.
The saddness.
And the pain.
You'd see everything that makes me.
Sane.
You'd see the pages I have filled with.
Love.
Anger.
Hatered.
Dreams and doubt.
You'd see me, inside out.
But with a doubt you'd see.
The lust for love in me.
A deepness that no one can fill.
A black hole to the bitter end.
You'd see.
For beyond this screen I have dreamed.
Of a life with love and no agony.
With a woman who would set me free.
You'd see all the truth in me.
For I do not wear a bow or crown.
I do not bow for the serpent now.
I have never wore a mask to be a clown.
I have always just shoved my feelings down..
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Behind the screen. If I were to write.
You barely read my hand writing.
For I think faster than I can write.
Or type.
Behind this screen you'd see the joy.
The saddness.
And the pain.
You'd see everything that makes me.
Sane.
You'd see the pages I have filled with.
Love.
Anger.
Hatered.
Dreams and doubt.
You'd see me, inside out.
But with a doubt you'd see.
The lust for love in me.
A deepness that no one can fill.
A black hole to the bitter end.
You'd see.
For beyond this screen I have dreamed.
Of a life with love and no agony.
With a woman who would set me free.
You'd see all the truth in me.
For I do not wear a bow or crown.
I do not bow for the serpent now.
I have never wore a mask to be a clown.
I have always just shoved my feelings down..
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