Just a little background info before you read. This poem is about myself realising i was not in love with a boy but infact i was gay, and that love was not real, just a distraction.
There is nothing left anymore,
the love i felt has been shown the door,
but i am not hurt, my heart not torn,
i feel relieved, from within my core.
It was merely a distraction,
from my true, real attraction,
there is no more retraction,
but i need a plan of action.
I am still the same person,
now with no confusion,
i wish for no exclusion,
for it is a foregone conclusion.
that I am definatly gay,
and thats okay,
nothing left to say,
so i wish you good day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really like this poem, it is great. will you read me 'Different' and my 'Being...' plz