Gaymo

when i look at you

i don't know what to do

i feel i'm less than you

and lost without a clue

i don't mind that you keep my clothes forever

'cause everything you touch of mine

seems purified and new

i am touched by all your silly love stories

even though they're never about me

when i go to sleep

i dream of golden pillows

a golden bleached of white

the color of your hair

i don't mind that i feel you look down upon me

'cause i am just a boy you said

with growing up to do

i would talk forever if every word i said

would make you laugh until you'd cry

lollipops with silver fairied polka dots

is all i ever wanted to come from you

everybody's cool except for me