Free Love

Fri, 12/02/2016 - 15:00 -- Motag

How do I even explain how I feel?

The butterflies, the nervousness, and all other clichés .

You understand me and how my crazy mind works.

You enjoy my stupid little stories and my randomness.

And I enjoy yours too.

But, alas, these people don’t think the same we do.

 We can’t freely show affection like “normal” people because we get strange looks.

But, is there really a normal?

 Why is our school against us going to prom together?


 We’re like any other couple.

We care for each other the same way others do.

How are be different?


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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