HIDING THE TRUTH

Sitting on your bed,
My hands holding my head.
I think about all you've tried,
And wonder just how many times you've cried...

Over false hopes and impossible dreams,
This is your life, or so it seems.
I hold you close and wish for the best,
And I pray you outlive all the rest.

I know what your life is like,
Except I'm sure you haven't been called a dyke.
We see the world through shadowed eyes,
Ears ringing with outrageous lies.

I want you to know,
That I, with skin as pale as fresh snow,
And eyes of the deepest blue,
Want nothing but happiness and true love for you.

Listen not with your ears, but your heart,
And there shall be the truth you wanted from the very start.

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Written in 2002-2003 for Blaine Anderson.