i want to touch this guy
but he wants to touch her
i him his fist deter
to love him make me cry
and hold me i un die
to be first his monsieur
but these dreams i let rot
this is the life i choose
to chase gay boys – refuse
a good friendship i got
and a broeken heart not
.
not a game i can’t loose
.
so let me sit and swoon
he knows not nom de plume
