Lost identity

September 2, 2011
I close my eyes, and let the breeze carry away my thought's, swirling and twisting them into an endless storm. "Who am I? "Why am i feeling these emotions towards you?" "Your just like me with your soft tuffled hair and milky complexion, Your curved hips and gentle pink lips." "Why would i love her?When i'm just like her?" she, and she like to butterflies in my breeze. to love her is like to love myself is this bad or right. They tell me that these feelings are wrong and that a man is what i need, And yet every time im alone she is who clouds my thoughts, with an endless bliss. I will be who i am, no matter what they say,she is mine as i am her's. and i love my life this way.

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