Her touch brought light into this world.
Her smile chased away the cloud around my heart.
Her lips breathed air into my lungs,
forcing a breath, I didn't know I had been holding.
Like a flower in the spring day sun,
I basted in her light.
pitying those who could only see in black and white.
my love
my brave love
I do not know then,
it was your rainbow blood
and allowed me to see the world.
that it was your color that seeped through the creaks
of their concert cities
and built me a
home.
Away from all those who couldn't see the color of love.

There is so much
That I wish to do
But I can't do such
Without You

Living life all chained up and tied.
She watches other people walk by.
They smile and laugh and on her behalf, all she does is stand by.
                                     They can be themselves and not have to worry about their feelings being put on bookshelves.
They can love who they want and not feel all this haunt.
Religion is the reason why she’s feeling this way.
She knows that it’s okay to be gay.
She knows that it’s normal to feel this way.
She just don’t understand why it seems to affect people everyday.
Being controlled like a video game, society is the one to blame.
“Holding hands with the same *** is wrong”.
“I guess hell is where she belongs.”
More and more slurs being said.
It can be very hard for her to sleep in bed.
All of these thoughts in her head.
Then she realized what other people have said.
“We love you for you.”
“We see your point of view.”
Remembering that set her free from her sadness.
Now she’s standing above the madness.