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apollo would be gay he would dance with his sister playing on his harp or lyre emmitting sunlight from his skin he would eat grapes and speak in poetry and all his children
I could get lost in the beatuy of your eyes Compare the, to the beatuy of nature Crystal blue lakes, perciuos gems I could say they remind me of home Of feeling safe Call your eyes bright as the stars
To the boy on the bus, with the thick brown hoodie and the old running shoes and the wireframed glasses and the ripped jeans that started at the knees when you bought them but strecthed to your lower thigh.
Because you love me You would answer every shaky breath of mine with "are you okay?" Because I love you I kissed away your tears and held you so tightly Because you love me
my love for you is beautiful and lyrical and poetic, it is pure and it is natural - it is good and it is real -
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE IN THAT MAN’S SHOES AND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SO LOVED, AND UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOURSELF