SLAM!

“Him”   

Showered with love from the tough,  
It all feels like pity.  
Longing for the only one for me whose gay.  
There he stands, tall and buff,  
Making my heart all flitty.  
This could truly be my lucky day.   

Drifting slowly through the rough,  
Of the fast-paced city,  
A lonely soul in the midst of the day.  
The lovers they kissed in the midst of the brush,  
But the world’s piousness and pity,  
Shun them for being gay.  
They are the only ones who know.   

As I walk through the gust,  
I see but only one “Kitty,“  
He’s my world and my home from the fray.  
I carry on with all of my lust,  
Just to be with him, until the day we rust,  
Beside him I lay..   

Love has its thorns and is gruff,  
And it makes you feel shitty.  
There’s nothing more lonely as today.  
I’m not moved by the loss of the much,  
My man with another, off to the city.  
Broken hearted now molded like clay.  
From this experience, I’ll take and I’ll grow.