Hues Of Words

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I like girls

         I like boys

I like both, boys & girls

         I like tucking her hair behind her ears

I like his deep laugh when I make a funny face 

           They say it's a sin

They say you'll go to hell

           No heaven for you

It's unnatural

            It's not supposed to be that way

They tell you to be happy

            But what if that's your happiness?

Girls, boys.