Part of my psychic poem project, if this touchs you, please contact me. Thanks.
How can we be together if you won't tell him you're a lesbian?
Every day I die a little more seeing the two of you together
Listening to you pretend a straight life is the worse Hell
Eventfully you'll have to chose a lie or me
Not tonight, but soon
For now
I'm happy
To just lay here
In your arms
Hiding in secret
What someday I pray
You won't be so ashamed to let be
Our honest true love
Woman to woman
Just as the good lord above always intented it to be