His mask covered his skin with pretence
He needed to camouflage
He was just not ready for the world's judgement
He knew I could tell the Loneliness
I saw past his sex appeal
His voice turned heads
He loved the acceptance of the suit
In the dark corners of his heart he cried
In his Instagram was his ideal type
Long curvy hair, brown complexion man
If only he could tell me
He knew I didn't care to judge
Yet he was still afraid of my reaction
Afraid he would lose me if I knew
If only he knew I knew.......
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