you were the first meet-cute me only four
in all these memories I'm still fond of
holding hands on the way to the canteen
they all say we're cute when you kiss my cheek
years have passed; it's still the same
we cross path; I think it's fate
'cause you've always been around my own life
(though I could work with any other guy)
you used to dream about white dresses
a life-long story to tell grandkids
but did you know that even back then
I never planned to give up my name?
oh but it was innocent; no harm done
looking at it now I can tell it's false
perfectly perfect when truth there is none
this playground romance was a straight up farce
YOU ARE READING
BOYS.
Poetrya short poetry collection about boys maybe with a lesbian twist - looking back on past relationships with boys (& girls), the narrator explores the depth of compulsory heterosexuality and how it manifests itself
