What do you do when you can’t love a boy
You can’t love him, how dare you
Doesn’t even cross your mind, in time
Oh, but then the memories unwind and
It’s found, in your small town
That you’ve loved him so long, you’ve loved him so strong
How could this feeling be so so wrong?
Call me the caterpillar, caterpillar I am
Covered by a cocoon, made of threads of men,
Lies, Bow Ties, covered inconspicuously by these shimmering sunflower eyes.
In the course that is laid out,
Will slowly reveal a spout,
Which allows the wings to be freed,
Full of descriptions, oberservations,
and facts about him that convince my eyes to cry when these words I read.