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I was eighteen and he's twenty
When we both found ourselves happy
Together with no boundaries
Like all the things were free.
I was nineteen and he debuted.
He had a party and he's so happy.
We shared laughs
And that gave me guts.
I was twenty and he courted me
For the reason that he loves me
Of what I am and who I am.
We both wanted to hold each other's arms.
I was twenty two
And he stopped courting me
'Cause I already gave him
The ‘ Yes ’ that he deserves.
A years passed
We're still happy.
He brought me child
And treated him as ours.
I was twenty four
And he proved me more.
With our own family
Living peacefully.
I was twenty five
And a lady came
Shouting “ Where's my child? ”
That made my child cried.
“ You can't be a mother, b*tch! ”
She shouted and made me realized
“ Am I worth to be your mother, my child? ”
Or it's meant for me to live with these lies.
The truth that a gay like I
Can't give a lil life
Like a child I raised with all my might.
Is this what a gay's life?
Now, I'm thirty
Living alone and feel pity.
The guy I love left me
With those words and it kills me.
The child we raised
Is the the result of what he did.
The woman who came before
And the man I love the most
Is the parents of the child I love.
No one can hide the truth.
Yet truth *****
Not all but most.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
❝ ❞
I was eighteen and he's twenty
When we both found ourselves happy
Together with no boundaries
Like all the things were free.
I was nineteen and he debuted.
He had a party and he's so happy.
We shared laughs
And that gave me guts.
I was twenty and he courted me
For the reason that he loves me
Of what I am and who I am.
We both wanted to hold each other's arms.
I was twenty two
And he stopped courting me
'Cause I already gave him
The ‘ Yes ’ that he deserves.
A years passed
We're still happy.
He brought me child
And treated him as ours.
I was twenty four
And he proved me more.
With our own family
Living peacefully.
I was twenty five
And a lady came
Shouting “ Where's my child? ”
That made my child cried.
“ You can't be a mother, b*tch! ”
She shouted and made me realized
“ Am I worth to be your mother, my child? ”
Or it's meant for me to live with these lies.
The truth that a gay like I
Can't give a lil life
Like a child I raised with all my might.
Is this what a gay's life?
Now, I'm thirty
Living alone and feel pity.
The guy I love left me
With those words and it kills me.
The child we raised
Is the the result of what he did.
The woman who came before
And the man I love the most
Is the parents of the child I love.
No one can hide the truth.
Yet truth *****
Not all but most.
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