*Perhaps some of you remember a poem I wrote almost 10 years ago (Jesus, where does the time go) about the first boy I had this monstrous crush on way the hell back in H.S. This is a version of that poem, only written differently and updated.* It's time to make a stand, kid Time to wash my hands, kid of whatever hold you have on me. You may think you still hold all the cards but that changed on Pride night 2004 When you and Matt, MY FRIEND, made plans And suddenly I could see. Castro jumps on stage to make a speech Him I paid no heed I wasted some years of my life on my noble steed Running my sword into a door that wouldn't open That actually sounds kind of dirty But someone should have said something about well, you know. Hell, kid, maybe even you could have shown me the way Look out, run! Twan's gonna blow! Yeah, I found you cute. You knew this. THAT a blind man could see But wait! Black guys and Asians can't date! Foolish me. All home it came to crash I wondered what I did wrong But preordained bullshit can only lose for so long Well, I left later that year None of my friends I did see. Hopefully these letters didn't enter your lexicon: PNP. I told Emmanuel how I felt yet I think he played me for a bit And what went down in Borders Statue of limitations...shit! No, I never got to touch him Matt probably did But I'm not jealous It only cost him ten quid. Thanks for letting me embarrass myself I truly do appreciate the way this horseshit was handled of that there's no debate. One day I may return to run the halls at Lincoln Park What's the difference? You still can't see me in the dark. I'll run my hand over the mural And hark back to that time How things have changed I drink my beer with lime. You left me twisting in the wind On Valentine's you gave me the shiv But you see, I'm a much better man now Because, well, I forgive. Or do I?Birth sign: Aries
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