You tell me you love me,
I pour my heart out to you.
And you say your bisexual.
Kind of made things awkward.
Its okay and all to be bisexual,
But having loved you for months
Since a hot, steamy July
Telling me that yo bisexual
Made me freak, yo know?
I don't think any differently of you.
Your still cool, a bit awkward at times.
A bit weird and frustrating, yes.
But I still fucking love you.
And what you say or do or think
Is not going to make me love you less.
For I'm your white night,
In platnium armour.
And even though I your bi
And I'm straight as an arrow.
Opposites attract,
And so don't ever forget that I love you.
More than any other guy could express,
Through pitiless tears and bleeding roses.
