I'm in his room.
I'm in his warmth.
I'm in his tears.
But then I shift and now
he's in my arms.
He's in my warmth.
He's in my tears.
Years of being denied of this
because of being who I am,
I thought it'd be wrong
to be with another boy.
But his arms, his warmth, his tears
have never felt so right.
Maybe I'm the one
who was wrong.
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The Great Wall
PoetryA broken boy behind an unbroken wall. A healer who couldn't heal them all. All that stood between them was a Great Wall. All Rights Reserved ©
