Do you remember when the nights never ended
And we would talk for what seemed like days...

Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love...

Trans-
Gender...

It's funny how fragile flowers are
Yet we still play rough with them...

I'm
Not a...

Blood stained flowers look prettier in the...
Even if the dead bodies they grow from are...

They say I'm not a girl but my heart loves the...
It aches and cries when your so far away...

My heart beats in lonely solitude
Waiting for your touch to ignite...

It's ironic that we make a wish on a burning star
Shooting through the sky in a self righteous...

So
Today...

I'll
Never...

Us, poets, evoke on emotions that
no matter how simple are never...