Wrong Love
The first thing I look for everyday is her.
It's something to do with how she makes me feel.
Every time I look at her, I don't see how "wrong" my love is.
I don't see how I can love anyone else.
Certainly not a man, like I am apparently supposed to.
Nobody else could make me feel this.
She is my guiding star, no matter how everyone says that that's screwed up.
It's a real love, so brilliant that it hurts.
Maybe not everyone believes that.
But how can my love be wrong if it feels so right?
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