I wrote about almost everything
I broke them with my pen
I wrote about sex,
And once I even wrote about farts
I wrote about the whole spectrum
All the shades of love
Hidden corners of my mind
The landscape of my subconsciousness
It appeared on my paper
But, holy crap!
With no or little taboos left
I suddenly feel so naked!
Though now at least, it is all open and clear
And in my nude honesty
I am expressively free