Secrets of a Lesbian: Poem #3

Poetry & Erotica from a Femme Lesbian

This mask I wear is not like most,

Of metals you can see,

This mask I wear has grown with time,

Through years of molding me.

It feels like me and looks like me,

But it’s really made of lies,

Though if you take a careful look,

The truth is in my eyes.

It’s not something that’s solid,

But my pain cannot get through,

Protecting me from fears,

That me as me is not for you.

I’ll take it off for you my love,

My face is raw and new,

So please be patient with this change,

My mask I’ll give to you.

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[Relic]

I've always believed people were born gay/lesbian. You may or may not agree.

Nice poem.