Wrapped within the warmth of words forbidden
Tell me that you recognize the strain
Lurking, lingering, but never hidden
Any more or deeper than a vein

Coursing long a road to gloomy places
Where the highs and lows of life exchange
Indigo to paint the ivory faces
Normalcy deflowered and deranged

Held within the gaze but not the comfort
Given by the eyes that look away
While the lips are trembling as one hurt
Given turned to two for equal pay

Locked between the coming and the going
Tell me that I’m not so very strange
That I so improve as days are growing
While you whisper, “No, you’ll never change…”