Could there be something wrong with me?
Am I cursed to never feel?
The casual brush of skin and the electricity
I don't think that defines love to me
Were the books wrong or was it just me?
Did they lie and I make believe?
That I am not a sinner and I too can be
Normal like the others and weave
But that is not true and I know it
I have felt the surge in my veins
I knew it the moment our eyes met
That I am a sinner uncaught, in chains
But it is okay I tell myself, in the least
I have found nothing wrong with me
I am a human as much as he or she
And I too can love endlessly
So they can throw their words and stones
They can throw me to the tides
And finally when I float to the shore
I know I won't have to pick any sides
And I think that is love too
To understand, accept and glow
And it is also love to me as well
To love myself, unconditionally in flow
