It's just how I feel
How can I change that?
It doesn't feel right
But at the same time
It doesn't feel wrong
I hate it and I love it
Both at the same time
It's like a high
But there's no drugs
So i guess it can't be that bad
So why is everyone around me
And everything I believe in
Telling me it's wrong?
It's a choice I'll regret
When He calls me home
But decides He can't take me
Because of the way He made me
To feel about women
But if He made me this way
Then why?
Why is it so wrong?
Can somebody please tell me?
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My Poems
PoetryLiterally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it
