Melisa my dear.
May I whisper in your ear
Or let you tell me your wrath and hope I-
recognize that. You are not who you seem-
Perhaps I am in a dream
Shall you awaken me from the pain
And let me fly free once again
Or shall I lie here in sorrow in the-
hope of a new tomorrow
You are not who I desire
Your passion is filled with lust
Circumcised in fire!
I feel your joys are built on sorrow-
of the lost long ago yesterday
And a slight hatred for tomorrow
How can I act- so wise
Write a letter- full of disguise
Let you know how I feel
And pretend as if you and I are not for real
Maybe I have touched a form of the new society
A child in drag -- Or just a meticulous fag
And what do's it mean to me
Shall I touch you - Allow you to feel my sorrow
Wish for you- to give me your sympathy
Melisa,Melisa my dearest Melisa
All that I see in thee
Is just a pure unadulterated fantasy
May I ask you to be a friend
Wish that I won't see beyond the clothing
The truth-- Of what can only lead to an immortal end
Here is a statement in truth-without justification of a lie
I am not a Fem! -Nor do I wish to pretend
Desires the evening before were built on sorrow-
nothing more
If you would of allowed your self to push it further
I would of made a choice between now your never
For in truth I was lost between both
A desire, a longing to touch. A beauty who's meeting-
now fills me with solemn regret
-- Melisa --
The word brings pain to my tongue
As I whisper it softly
To no one!





















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