I dropped the covers
On living the life I never existed in
Shut the doors and hid
It never crossed his mind
I lived in that cozy little inn
A place imaginary but real
Door creaked
Pulled fiercely
Frowns of laughter
Filled the town
Misery called his name
Stigma pushed him out
Anger and Strength walked in hand-in-hand
Fingers became brave
Courage now my feet
Door smashed and I walked through
I tore the covers
As I laughed
The world I knew was shocked to see
The rainbow I came to be
Written by Richard Moore
kitodiaries 
Nice and positively optimistic
my thoughts exactly
Poetry? Lemme just sip my coffee
Because?
everybody is not cut out to understand poetry
Yeah Pete.. Especially hoes 🙂
Lol…. Really?
Short but apt.
This is the dream of almost all gay men. To live a life devoid of inhibitions.
Reblogged this on ronniephoenix's Blog.
Short but apt.
This is what most gays in Nigeria dream about. To live a life without inhibitions.
Nice!
Yay!. Let’s all become rainbows.