You have caught me,
Mystic.
You have saved me,
Moonflower.
You have me,
Girl.
My world of green,
Purple.
Why are you different,
Dou Dou?
Why have you revived my smile?

Golden dragon shining through
This little dragon will take me to you
I hold this, dragon, near and true.
Because one day it will lead back to you!

Just because I'm Bisexual,
Doesn't mean I don’t have feelings;
Doesn't mean  I’m a *****,
And doesn't mean I don’t have standards.
Just because gender doesn’t matter to my Body,
Doesn't mean I can’t be trusted,
Doesn't mean I throw myself at everyone,
Doesn't mean I choose to Feel this way.
Just because Your Book says I’m wrong-
Doesn't mean I’m a horrible human-being,
Doesn't mean I deserve to die,
Doesn't mean I Feel this way for attention.
Just because I am who I am,
Does it mean I can’t be loved by you?
Will I get disowned?
Will I ever be free to be myself?
Just because I’m Bisexual.

The smell of mint tea drifts through the air.
While fingers run through each other's hair.

As the kettle screams, I awaken.
The scent leaves me, shaken.

The world is blue and green.
But to my new eyes...
Green is all that can be seen.

I'm drowning in her rain...
Nothing's keeping me sane...

I dance into the rain,
I am the wind blowing her raindrops.
Sailing on them I always hope to end up in her arms.
But, she is gone, a ghost in my brain...
All I can do is hold onto the rain.

Nothing can keep me sane,
I smile drowning in her rain.
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Eyes like a leaky faucet...
Drip drop drip drop
One by one the droplets fall.
You, with your hands,
Full of pain and degradation,
Turn, turn her faucets handle
And smile watching the water pour.

Her soiled face watches
You turn away with no regrets.
The words she longs...
To hear, stuck behind your lips.
Little do you see
How your denial of praise
Is making her,
So much stronger than before!

Your amber waves of grain, draw my eyes,
and traps my hands in it’s, silky ivy. Poison drips
from those, needy lips, gripping at my heartstrings.
Words falling from your mouth as witchy wonders,
Their accompanying breath, dances across my ear.

I will move for you.
I am your willing puppet.
String me up, with your promises
(String me up)
Make me dance for them.
For they, are my, holy grail.

Your eyes enclose me in a, world of wonder.
With every glance at you my, heart beats like thunder.
These storms you bring flood my world. Impounded
by the water, with your words you lead me under.
Suspended like this, you promise time unbounded.

I will stay for you.
I am your willing puppet.
String me up with your promises.
(String me up)
Make me dance for them,
For they, are my, fountain of youth.

No, don’t cut these strings!
Lace them with diamond.
Please, don’t cut these strings.

Lush greens grip Missouri’s summers.
Dripping with the humidity and rain,
Your green gripped my giving heart.
I gently gripped the summer’s back.

The fingers of my plains must have slipped,
Slipped through the fair fields of the summer.
You dragged on and on to no complaint of me.
Sleeping warmth cradled on me, clinging.

The green leaves that showcased you,
Began falling as my tears of desperation.
Paying no mind your gripping mint greens
gripped my state as the days faded cold.