Roses are red
Violets are blue
So what if I'm homosexual?
It has nothing to do with you.
I'm describe as obnoxious and loud
But my Birdie says I'm Awesome and vowed
He even said I'm sexy and handsome
I don't care if he didn't say sexy, Thompson!
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One day I gathered all of my courage
And hope I won't be friend-zone
He said the answer I was hopping for
I heard sincerity in his tone
The day after we went out on a date
But clearly some people we're bound to show hate
I struck them the finger behind my Birdie's back
And pulled him closer with a reassuring pat
I glare at some stupid oblivious boys
Who we're trying to talk to ahem MY Birdie
I made my way and pushed them out
I yelled them off and Birdie smiled at me
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I faced my lovely Birdie
As he said Aye
I picked him up as people cheered
I held unto my birdie, grinning from ear to ear
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But... The roses have wilted
And the blues turned grey
When I'm with you Birdie
I'm always okay
Even if the sun is setting
The clouds are hiding
And the rain is pouring
I'll still sit on your tombstone, waiting
For you to come back into my arms, smiling
For you, my Birdie to be at my side, as I embarrassingly cuss
But till then I'm waiting for the perfect timing
That I'll be with you again and forever will come, because...
When I'm with you
I don't feel so blue.
YOU ARE READING
A poem of some sort (PruCan)
PoetryA poem residing on the ship of PruCan Some romance and humor thrown in but pretty much focusing on angst on the last part so prepare some tissues. I guess I was just bored ( Lol, isn't that everyone's excuse? ) so I made this :) Enjoy everyone. Hast...
