i'm split in two;
an exact replica on the outside,
my code is all the same.
the original me;
who knows which piece,
you'll have to tear me apart to just see.
she was so happy;
thought of life like an amusement park ride,
where now it's just live or die...black or white.
the other me;
hidden in shadows, cast away,
scared to be myself.
let alone let anyone see
both those sides of me,
but happy is who i'll be...
Another year is over, another year is done,
I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,
All alone in a world without you, my sun,
The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.
I’ve always wondered
What it’s like to be myself
Openly and honest
And not hiding behind bookshelves
Waiting for someone to see
And let me into their heart.
A guy is knocking
My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,
He’s in his sixties learning a new language
And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,
Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.
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