I'm just a bit crazy, there's really no doubt
I'm a flightless angel waiting for her wings to sprout.

h i m
no hints
no words
no pictures
no gestures
but his face popped into my mind
just the mere thought of  him
and my insides go crazy
the way he smiles
his laugh
him.

You look into her eyes
And you see the stars.
A whole galaxy untold.
Her heart, the sun--
Radiant, warm, good.
From her lips, a whisper of truth:
a simple "I love you."
And within you stirs all the glory
And splendor of the unknown.

I hear your son likes boys
In a way you don't approve;
But it's how he is wired,
Through and through.

You caught your son kissing boys,
And you told him he's disgusting;
Who knew in 2015,
Homophobia would be a thing.

Your son likes boys,
That he cannot change;
So what he kisses boys,
Is that so strange?

There are a million things
Your son could be,
Don't you think,
Don't you agree?

It's up to you, break his wings
Or let him fly;
Think about what you want to accomplish
Before you die.

Do you wish to care for him,
Mold him into his best version;
Or make him your toy,
And use lies as immersion?

All I want for Christmas is
a girl that can openly say,
Yes, that's my transfriend
Yes, I am in love with her
In return
I would love her like Blue Bell.