He loved Him
His hair was like wildfire
and it only reflected his personality.
I remembered the way he would pick me up in his arms
strong and unharmed
we stormed through the world hand in hand.
I remember the things he used to say to me.
I remember how it felt to know he loved me.
How it felt to love to be me.
He was never afraid to tell those people what he thought
so why?
why pick now to shy away from the crowd?
To hide me in the shadows
and cower at the feet of society
a slave to image and false personality?
Why pick now of all days
when the rays of our love is ready to be displayed.
To shy away from the day he said we'd be together in the sunlight.
Instead of the shadows.
My tears meant nothing to him when up against the faces
my place in his heart suddenly seemed to dusty
so unreal and forgotten
locked away and shapeless.
Face it, no day will come when he comes out to the world.
Announces what we have to the sun so I can come out of hiding as well.
Face it, he'll always be on his knees
forever a slave to closed minds and society.
Should I stay to hide another day?
Or walk away and from these troubles be free?
Who does he love most now?
The faces?
Or me?
-The Boy
~CI
and it only reflected his personality.
I remembered the way he would pick me up in his arms
strong and unharmed
we stormed through the world hand in hand.
I remember the things he used to say to me.
I remember how it felt to know he loved me.
How it felt to love to be me.
He was never afraid to tell those people what he thought
so why?
why pick now to shy away from the crowd?
To hide me in the shadows
and cower at the feet of society
a slave to image and false personality?
Why pick now of all days
when the rays of our love is ready to be displayed.
To shy away from the day he said we'd be together in the sunlight.
Instead of the shadows.
My tears meant nothing to him when up against the faces
my place in his heart suddenly seemed to dusty
so unreal and forgotten
locked away and shapeless.
Face it, no day will come when he comes out to the world.
Announces what we have to the sun so I can come out of hiding as well.
Face it, he'll always be on his knees
forever a slave to closed minds and society.
Should I stay to hide another day?
Or walk away and from these troubles be free?
Who does he love most now?
The faces?
Or me?
-The Boy
~CI