Poems from AceV
Sometimes I want to dress up and look
womanly and sensual, but I hate the
attention of leery men. So I restricted such
feminine displays...
What is to happen then,
If I succumb to my pen?
What is this everlasting peace I feel
When I look into her eyes?
O, the way the light draws me.
Compels me to stare into her light....
When will it change?
The need to be loved?
Why can’t I just be enough?
When will it ever just be enough?
And when I stopped being able to recognize
sunlight for its beautiful radiance and instead
saw a glistening ball of insufferable heat...