Confessed love of your past
For that sweet girl you called best friend
But as I waited at last
You loved me the most in the end
In and whirl of emotions
The pain of sexuality
Your tears a healing potion
The day supreme courts gave you validity
I felt nothing but a joyous emotion
Your success mine as well
Not simply through sympathy
I had come to realize myself
Boys
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Author:
Xochitl (
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