The question
What have you been up too lately
pasted around the room like dinner plates.
I sit there, wondering
what words are ok to past
chapped lips and want words
I have to hold prisoner.
I want to tell them about this collection,
but those words has to be kept prisoner
not even my parents
know about this collection.
When time passes
and I've yet to answer,
they change topics
telling me how they love
when I post my writing on Facebook.
That night sit at my desk,
scrolling through hundreds
of word documents
some of them were opened,
all of them were closed
after a couple seconds.
It was like that for an hour or more.
Open and close,
open and close,
because none of them I could post.
Mostly because they were
about my sexually or liking girls
those words have to be kept prisoner.
Some because they were
very rough drafts of incomplete work
I couldn't post those.
I hate how my words
were once freeing
and now they're chained
and I don't know
where the key is being kept.
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Violet Strings
Поэзия"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
