Love waits for no man, or woman
Even though there is no one
Who knows what it means to be human.
When I met her, I was a good man.
She said as she wrent me undone,
"Love waits for no man, or woman."
Our kiss was fire, her mouth a bullet -
But my attitude was the gun.
Who knows what it means to be human?
Years passed and I was working as a footman.
I saw her again, under the midnight sun.
I guess love waits for no man, or woman.
In fact, that morning I had woken with a bosom
My clothes didn't fit, my hair in a gross bun.
God, I didn't know what it meant to be human.
She saw me and stared, my heart turned wooden.
But then she smiled, and said, "Hun,
Love waits for no man or woman.
Who knows what it means to be human?"
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Grave Thoughts
PuisiA collection of poems made throughout my life - I just wanted them all in one place lol
