The first man i loved,
He took my heart,
Which i willingly gave,
Then he ripped it apart,
I suppose to fair,
I am partly to blame,
Who'd have though, in the modern world,
Life is still the same,
I begged and begged,
Pleaded for him to stay,
Yet he still left me,
From society he ran away,
He should have stayed,
Took a chance,
Stood with me,
A united stance,
But no, he left,
In the middle of the night,
And wiht him went some,
Of my hearts golden light,
You might think this normal,
Every woman says the same,
But i am different,
I have a national name,
Without even knowing,
You see us every day,
You see, the thing with me is,
That i am positively GAY...
Kieran J1996
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-22/
