xvi. I AM SO GAY
written: may 9 two thousand 16
posted: june 7 two thousand 16
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she's a piece of art;
a metaphorical canvas.
another girl to peak your interest
and enslave your heart.
but what am i?
a friend.
an acquaintance.
the person she has stopped smiling at when we cross paths.
with a heavy sigh,
and a burden on my back,
i let her walk by without an exchange of words.
but that's okay,
for the gods were never meant to cross paths with mortals
in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
celestial
Poetry"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
