I miss seeing you in the corridor. The way you smell and styled your hair each day, The way you managed to look more beautiful each day, Your signature purple dress and thin black tights. The way you cared and listened, Took the time to help me.
The little things you did like smile when ever you saw we, Made my heart skip a beat. And yet i could never tell you that i was gay in the thought that you mightbe able to workout this sin.
