Bone

If love can never be completely cured
This man’s best friend will bear your marks and scars
Perfection blots, reality was flawed
And so your heart was locked behind those bars
Outsider I am now without desire
Security you cherish, I decline
You pushed me down and grasped for something higher
Our paths diverged for you were never mine
Success you crave and adoration too
But only from the straight and narrow life
We could have built an empire, me and you
But all you really wanted was a wife
My pitch is queered and I am all alone
A dog, so all you offer is a bone

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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