Three little words,
that mean so much.
Surpassing sex and
every gentle touch.
Three little words,
can define your relations.
Three little words,
with so many expectations.
So often used in ignorance,
but shouldn’t be taken so lightly.
Watching hearts break from misguided trust,
is upsettingly unsightly.
I fear I use it too generally,
and I’m killing off it’s exclusivity.
Announcing it to someone is a special thing,
and not a day-to-day activity.
I fear I won’t know
when its right to say,
three little words,
“I am gay”
The end was a complete twist. Lmeao. I wasnt expecting that good job.. keep on keepin on lmeao im giddyish to day. Love, Missy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somehow you have created a sharp contrast between the I Love You and the ending - very dramatically done. - chuck