Oh it was just one wee night.
We never meant it.
We never meant to kiss.
Wouldn't they be mad?
Why must we hide ourselves?
We are only 2 boys kissing.
Why must we fear if we are shot?
Beaten to death?
Wrongly imprisoned?
Why can't we just kiss.
For one night, under that beautiful tree.
The tree that you grew so long ago.
The tree that sprouted out love, to be here today.
Why are we such a crime?
Why can't we kiss under that tree?
Is it because it's bad?
Oh Why Why Why Why?!
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Poems I create
PoetrySome of these poems will contain •suicide topics •sensitive topics (r4p3, S/A, S/H, and more) •mentions of mental abuse please proceed with caution (the art of the cover isn't mine, I got it from pinterest.)
