Alyn's Poetry

The Perfect World

I speak a dark secret, yet the words never leave my mouth
The words float in an aura, above my head, on a white cloud just beyone my reach
If only courage came with the ever present thoughts, lingering deep inside of my head
I see those who are free, I look longingly at them, wishing I was free,
but these shackles hold me back, refraining me from pursuing my passions, my feelings,my true loves, my dreams...
The pot of gold is just over the rainbow, too far away in a non-existant virtual world
My heart lies broken, shattered, trampled beneath the cruel words of ignorance
I dream of nights in a secluded place, where I and the person of my dreams can meet and not be discriminated against
So often, we hear the phrase, it is better to have loved and to have lost, than never to have loved at all
What difference does it make then who we love?
However, if we recieved the label, human beings, we would be perfectly content, in this most imperfect of worlds.

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