I Любовь her deeply, though she cant see it...my knees falling out beneath me.
a gentle smile, whitch drives me wild, for whitch i cant control it.
a laugh like honey, a wink of play.
mysterious as the night, bright as day.
i hide from her, though shes always there..how badly do i want to run my fingers through her hair.
i need her warmth, to hold me close, and yet shes so far away.
a tender kiss, on soft sweet woman lips.
a great dear friend, until the end, she loves me as i Любовь her. but knowing we can never be, unless if i grow older.

*OK i suck at Поэзия so dont be all like "HEY..u suck" people...

turning 14 and starting 8th grade was just another challenge in my life. new teachers new floor...even new people.
One день walking into gym i over heard someone in the stalls crying. it was my friend Soina. (yes its spelled right lol) she was upset that some of the girls didnt want her to change in the same lockeroom because she told them she was bi. i thought it was stupid and childish of them. its not like gays are sexual predators. anyway later that день i began to wonder about my own sexuality.
did i like guys?
1. no guy ever liked me(as far as i know)
2. guys are sometimes mean and are players...