The Soul Behind The Mask Poem by Forever Underestimated

Your soft hair
Brushes against my cheek
As I wrap my arms around you
In a gentile embrace.
I hold on,
As do you.
And as we pull away,
We can't help but laugh;
Stare into eachother's eyes
And see only soul.
Not color,
Not faults,
Not gender,
But soul.
There's nothing more pure.
But for now,
That's only fantasy
As we're held back by a world
Of critics.
We're too afraid
To be what we want.
But that's only today.
Tomorrow is a new day,
And we'll see what the world will bring us.
I can't wait.