She

I haven’t told my family and friends about these feelings,

How I find girls more appealing.

I wish I was freewheeling

Because my heart is what she’s stealing.

 

My heart pounds when she’s near.

When she’s away, I wish she was here.

I can’t pull myself back into gear,

She pulls my strings like a puppeteer.

 

It’s sad she doesn’t know I exist

As she checks boys off of her list.

I’m so entranced I need an assist.

I wish my feelings could be dismissed. 

 

Life is hard as a LGBT youth

When people tell you it’s an act uncouth

But she makes me not care about the false-truth.

I feel like Bob Dylan in Duluth.

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