I thought I was grey
But you came and showed me the way
On which I saw a rainbow
Not only in my heart
Which still beats by the way.
I crave excitement only the yellow
Of the sun holds
As our skin folds
Together in its rubbery texture
Your love is not a gesture
This, our path, narrow.
Fingers entwined
Green eye glances
At your perfectly timed
Raspberry smile
Oh to kiss you tonight
As the night advances
Into the dark.
Deepen my feelings
You never failed to do
Color my days
A lot less blue
Everydays are not grey
Thanks to you
I can see through
(I know I’m Gay)
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