what disgust
and horror
that i should call you queer
and as if this
was an imperfection
yes a delusion
that plagues till this day
the youth of men
men who call you ***
men who call you *****
men who call you up for ***
and yet they cannot
face their tears
that side of fear
that keeps them strong
who keeps you there
why are you thinking of me?
your attraction for me
keeps you reeling
keeps you falling
keeps you trapped
in this place you call safe
i called you queer
but you called me ***
as if one is better than the other
it still remains
you are the one
burning in fear
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:25 AM UTC
what disgust
and horror
that i should call you queer
and as if this
was an imperfection
yes a delusion
that plagues till this day
the youth of men
men who call you ***
men who call you *****
men who call you up for ***
and yet they cannot
face their tears
that side of fear
that keeps them strong
who keeps you there
why are you thinking of me?
your attraction for me
keeps you reeling
keeps you falling
keeps you trapped
in this place you call safe
i called you queer
but you called me ***
as if one is better than the other
it still remains
you are the one
burning in fear
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