This line so slim, betwixt right and wrong
Love has shapes, being Sapphic is a form
Truth lies beneath, but the change unknown
A woman on a woman, not a start of a storm
If obedience for cure; can sin causes shame?
If marriage is love, does it matter being same?
If you see some light, when you’ve lost in shades
Will you ever stand, just by letting it fade?
Life and desire, on this ground which is cursed
Vibes now relevant, is this lust your thirst?
Picture the love. not sex; why being gay so worse
Don’t stab your own, coz no pain to burst
This blood on veins, and this flesh I stand
For the right no wrong, till this life expands
No my battles, this for you to understand
Why no homo, when see the truth, on hands.
[ Will this ever be revealed?
Or will be hidden till deceased…
If it’s your own, what do you feel?
About being same, and discrete ]
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