She is a rose,
Tall, soft, kind.
True love will find a girl like that.
He is near,
Ring in hand.
Her hand in his hand.
They look cute but
I sort of hope that it does not work out.
Is that bad?
I am here, set in a wall of ice.
Here not able to say what I want to.
Gut. Less.
I pray that one day the ice in my soul will melt.
So that I can open up.
So that I can be free.
So that I can be me.
So that I can find a...her.
I wish that I was not
Gay.
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Joe O’Connor
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English teacher
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