Wild nights; strangers staring
She was a sweet girl
Her golden hair, shining smile
We were two sweet girls
Too many knew the truth
Homophobics tore me apart.
'Friends' out to hurt me
Surrounded by bitches
She still had my heart.
We got through the hard times
Fought for our rights
Took so much stick
I hated them all
And loved only her
And what makes her tick.
But our ways we drifted
So different our routes
Were we really lovers?
We turned out to be
Just what I needed;
Friends like any others.
So friendship has grown;
Our lives have changed
We wonder about the past;
What could have been-
A blossoming love?
It wasn't to last.
So now my friend tells me,
(Who knows what she's feeling)
In the form of a text message:
Grab some honey
And meet me on the ceiling.