To the boy I loved

Couldn’t come out, couldn’t stay
Surrounded by four walls I grew up in
No one else I knew but my father and friend
The reflections of the sun an alien feeling to me.



Longed to go out, yearned for freedom
Surely death was better than this caged freedom
Limited only to midnight walks
Music my solace and connection to the outside world.
I yearned to feel it
But feeling was death itself!

I met you I fell in love
You made my days blue
And my nights gay
Suddenly it didn’t matter
That I never got to feel the sun
For you were the sun who lighted up my world.

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