Underneath

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Under my shirt is my skin

Under my skin is my heart

And in that deep frozen heart

You can see the tears and talks

About that father I always wanted there for me

Underneath all that pain and sorrow

lived a boy

Whom people thought of as

“perfect”

But underneath all those “ perfections”

lied lies

The lie that I created to not be judged

and be called a bastard

Underneath that fear lied

The never-ending summer tree of lies

only created for those who

already judged me

unknowingly of my ghostly father

And daily I saw in my hallway

that picture of me lying

underneath a blinking dim light

I didn’t feel joy

But sorrow

Because there

underneath lied a picture of him

A picture of a man

which was the only thing left behind

from a ghostly father who was never there

Underneath that deep frozen heart

did I ever know

That it would soon melt to a bursting bright-red

beating heart

Oh that person

underneath so much pain and misery

Who would believe i would fall

deeply in love with

A person who made me feel wanted and cared for

Underneath all their pain

Underneath Both of our tears

there became a waterfall larger than the niagara falls of memories

memories more vivid than a painting drawn by Pablo Picasso

And now as I write I see that train ticket and millions of letters

written from the heart

with one stamp with the intricate design

of the American Flag

on the far right corner

lying in our

present past and future blue box.

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