I wish the words I write were poetry
And not the unholy wail of a caged soul
Banished and branded as satan
When all its sin was to love
But differently,
And with the kind of madness
That threatened to destroy
Whatever stood in between us
I wish you or I could do something
To stop this
But I have no wings to clip
They pulled and tore every feather out
And walked me naked
But that wasn’t my walk of shame,
All they saw was your name
Engraved on every inch of my flesh
And I can’t fall like Lucifer
I am standing on my feet,
My ground,
Not yours.