The words we’ve been breathing, though they are concealing,
We’re never hidden behind steal, or a solid wall of bricks.
And we’re shamed, peeking out of ‘the cupboard,’ hiding like the Indian did from a childhood book.
We move through our thoughts, the glances of others who don’t understand —
What it means to remain hidden.
They’re all out there with their sunglasses and dreamy looks,
In a world finding love, come together — some love separates.
And I haven’t spent the days before Valentine’s Day dreaming,
I don’t need a man to give me flowers or chocolates.
I don’t need more demands and inferences of combinations dialled,
Short and electric, but fizzles and drizzles, as the rain pours outside.
Dividing our time between sleeping and daylight,
And the sun keeps on rising;
I keep on imprivising all the things I’m construing,
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