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My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
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I love with my heart
I love with all my heat,
I love with all my soul,
I love no matter what people say,
We lie together,
We hold each other,
We make love to each other,
People stare,
People point,
People judge us,
But we love each other no matter what,
But we hold hands in the street and don't care,
But we still feel the pain,
For we are gay and it is still a way of life!
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Telling Mom
Girl: Mom, I have something to tell you.
Mom: What is it, honey?
Girl: I'm gay.
Mom: Don't be ridiculous, dear, grey is a color. You can't be grey.
Girl: No mom, I'm a lesbian.
Mom: No you're not dear. You're English and American Indian, none of your ancestors came from Lebanon.
Girl: No, not Lebanese, LESBIAN!!
Mom: I didn't know you were interested in acting, you aren't even in theater arts.
Girl: Mom...
Mom: What?
Girl: I like girls.
Mom: Yes, I know. Your two best friends are girls.
Girl: Mom, I'm sleeping with Madison.
Mom: Of course you are, there is only one bed in your room. You wouldn't make your best friend s
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We're just friends?
We're just friends
You remind yourself over and over; you're just a friend and nothing more, you won't be anything more then a friend so stop thinking like this. You repeat it over and over until it becomes a rhythmic chant in your head. Over and over, over and over, over and over; we're just friends.
So when she wraps those arms around you, why do you still get that giddy feeling? Why do you want to stork her cheek, wishing it was your's so that your lips can grace against its skin? Why do you lie awake at night, wondering if she thinks the same as you? Do you think she lies awake for you? Why do you want to see her stunning face time and
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I wish I could write a poem like this for my boyfriend.
your girlfriend is a luck girl~!
your girlfriend is a luck girl~!