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We all know about Cupid's arrows, right?

They make people fall with all their might,

So one day Cupid decided to shoot me,

Ivan's beautiful face was all that I could see,

I fell in his arms and I suddenly blushed,

For a moment his face was also flushed,

He helped me up and carried my books,

He didn't even mind my nerdy looks,

But soon that smile became suddenly cruel,

He bashed me on the floor and called me a fool,

Suddenly I thought I knew what was coming,

The moment he raised his pipe to hit for the running,

But it dropped to the bloody floor with a crash,

Was this the moment I waited for at long last?

He pulled me to his face and I felt his breath,

"Surely you know what's coming next?"

His lips touched mine and he led me into a kiss,

But suddenly I just couldn't handle this,

So I went back home, I ran all the way,

I laid on my bed and thought: Why am I gay?

I've always been good, always tried my best,

So now I'm to be frowned upon like all the rest?

Some people turn to drink, some people turn to drugs,

But I like to turn to chocolate and hugs,

But chocolate makes you fat and that's kind of depressing,

So now I'm all on hugs and eating salad dressing,

I hug my bestfriend and wished we were older,

Even though we're so close I still haven't told her,

She might get angry or sad or exceedingly strange,

I really don't want to feel her frying pan range!

I know I can trust her, I really do,
But how much would it change us two?

Is it normal, to feel this way?

To want to just waste your day away?

Because the person of your dreams doesn't feel the same way?

To know society turns on you just for being gay.

I can't help it if the music plays this way?

And now as I write this short little rhyme,

I look up at the clock and wonder if I have time,

To run round to Ivan's give him a quick kiss,

And murder Cupid for doing all this!

This is my way of telling Eliz how I'm feeling,

Before I climb on my chair and hang from the cieling,

Even if this rhyme does really suck,

I've often had the worst of bad luck,

Now is the time to end this rhyme,

Put two lemons together and make vodka and lime,

Now is the time to hold the next line,

Now is the time to face the music...