·˚ ༘ ➳〔I want to love boys the way boys do〕 ࿐ ࿔:🖇
You are in love with a boy who is a prayer
On the lips of a monk with no god to go to
And, while all around him the sky turns grayer,
He somehow bleeds sunlight all over you
And you try to patch him up with trembling fingers
Even if, in truth, you don't actually want to
Somehow his presence always painfully lingers
So you don't want the sky to turn back to blue
He's golden while being bled dry, little lion smiling sunshine
And he paints all over you and your cramped world
This happiness feels to you too much like a crime
You're so used to being left out in the cold.
CITEȘTI
Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
