We

Walking

Waiting

Watching

Your skin glows under the sunlight

Eyes meet

Walking

Walking

Walking 

Exhaling nerves from a masculine glance

Behind my shoulder lies your angelic trance

Witnessing

Whispering

Weeping

Her locks are your beard

Homophobia cheered

Wrenching

Weakening

Wishing

The Devil would slice through my sight

Walking

Walking

Wondering

Writing.

 

 

 

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