Cause I’m gay…

Dreams of love, nostalgia of Green Lady

More beautiful than tv verse, hibiscus flowers’ poetry

Cuts thru it, someone says I’m not gay stabs thru me

Every time I can’t help it, that’s why people say it

And it’s messed up humanity, fucken hurts me

But followed upon it by earth breeze, grin and

Bear it, Green Lady, kiss and hug me thru the trees