Take it off,
all of it.
The mask has fallen and shattered.
The contacts are out.
The wig is off.
What else is left?
I'll be myself,open up compeltly and freely,
even with the knowledge that was forseen.
The heart break and sorrow that I was told of.
The objections and subjections of your life hitting me constantly...
Yet,......
[cont....}
ReplyDeletei need you,iwant you
all i do is think about you.
but everything i know,tells me so...
this is it.
it's us.
not them.
not it.
tell me so...........
[this is a rushed poem,but im gureenteeing that itll be redone/revised and edited ASAP..