I wrote a new poem it is called walking In this moment just you and me Walking down the road hand and hand we are free No one looks though they all see Me and you, you and me In this moment I am filled with glee Imagined scenarios in my head How the world feels about me? Well they want me dead My existence fills society with so much dread Its like they think I am Bundy Ted This love that I have so beautiful This love that I have may never be fruitful So I watch on in loneliness Trapped inside of a dark abyss wishing for a boy's lips to kiss thinking of my childhood which in many ways i miss |