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Different Love
by Scribe
My existence was so empty,
spending my life alone.
Was I the only one with
no one to call my own?
I knew that I was different,
that I had special needs.
I kept them safely hidden.
I know where frankness leads.
Until that night when we first met
and I could feel your heat.
Eyes dark, hair full of shadows,
crimson lips cruel, yet sweet.
I spoke my fondest wishes,
then waited for my fall.
Laughter? Rage, or pity? Scorn?
I have had them all.
How could I know you'd understand
and give my love your seal?
But then you turned and locked the door,
and slowly whispered, "Kneel."