I remember that song we sang
Back in 1962
We never thought we'd see
changes like that
Like the ones that we lived through
  
And I remember that song we sang
Back in 1975
The war was finally over then
And we stopped getting high
  
I remember that song we sang
Back in 1982
The one that made our eyes well up
And flow the mourning dew
  
I remembered you today
In each and every way
How the lights and the stars would dance
When you walked that way
  
Victoria, I wish I knew
and I wish how I could say
All the things that I felt for you
Well, they never went away
  
Even now, when I hear your tune
Hummingbirds feel love that way
And no, I can't ever have you back
But, a man can dream away
Dream away, anyway
  
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
I still remember that song we sang
And I sing it every day
Every day

Maybe its just me,
but I hardly ever see poems about happiness

Is it because the bad times outweigh the good?
or do they outshine them?

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If I wasn't gay would people care?
Would they actually let me breath the same air?
Could I actually go to school,
without people being so cruel?
Could I live in a world with no hate?
Maybe people would love me if I was straight.
It's not as easy as people think.
I can't just go to a shrink.
I didn't choose to be this way.
You really think I'd want to be gay?
I don't want attention,
I don't want fame.
This isn't some sort of game.
I am who I am and thats okay.
Most people don't see it that way.
I only wish I could be the same.
To have a wedding and it not be shamed.
I want to have kids and not be judged.
I don't want my reputation smudged.
But apparently I'm different now.
Sick in the head somehow.
Therapy and shock treatment for something that can't be fixed.
How did I get put into this mix?
Toxic and tragic,
that's my life.  
It's like I was stabbed in the back with a knife.
I'm gay,
what's wrong with that?
I get treated like some rat.
Using your holy books and your religion.
To fight against something that makes no difference.
I want to be a human not a punching bag.
Always getting called a ***.
Let that word have power and it gets to you.
But that words as good as whatever is stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
I love being this way.
I don't care what you say.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S DEAD! I CAN SEE IT IN HER EYES. HER HEART BROKE AND I EVEN CUT MY FOOT ON THE SHARDS."

"I'm going to need you to slow down ma'm. Now tell me, who is it that's dead?"*

"ME!"

(hangs up the phone)

*"Ma'm. Ma'm, is anybody there?"