I stand out among the congregation.
Men in button up white...

With every raindrop that falls
on to the warm cement...

I'll just lie in your arms
Let my head sink on your chest...

Those days of pretend
And playhouses...

Six Oranges
Bright and Happy...

Lonely man waits
For love that never comes...

I'm ready to pull off my mask
Wash out the dye...

I perch in the corner licking my wounds
Pondering every word said...

You sit in that bowl
So pure and refined...

When you hold me,
I feel safe...

Left in the cold
Outside is a tree...

I feel myself dropping
Further and further into confusion...