there's a warmness to pain
like a sprout in an arid land
almost forbidden but yet welcomed
like a familiar enemy
a cushion in these thorns
the holes they pierce
a stab to the scabs
the reward is to feel
there are truths i can't tell
they can't be made words
not even in the presence of God
its the essence of my thoughts
there are enemies i can't un-love
mysteries i can't un-solve
lips i can't un-kiss
lips i can't resist
i saw my mother's boy
i saw my father's man
it took my mother's joy
it took my father's smile
here lies the man i refuse to be
in captivity i refuse to yield
in a skin that isn't me
in a place that is killing me
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
there's a warmness to pain
like a sprout in an arid land
almost forbidden but yet welcomed
like a familiar enemy
a cushion in these thorns
the holes they pierce
a stab to the scabs
the reward is to feel
there are truths i can't tell
they can't be made words
not even in the presence of God
its the essence of my thoughts
there are enemies i can't un-love
mysteries i can't un-solve
lips i can't un-kiss
lips i can't resist
i saw my mother's boy
i saw my father's man
it took my mother's joy
it took my father's smile
here lies the man i refuse to be
in captivity i refuse to yield
in a skin that isn't me
in a place that is killing me
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