Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.
We’ll just wait until the next morning comes.
Until then, we’ll lie down in bed, close our eyes, and welcome the moon.
Growing up when I was younger, I was raised in a very homophobic, transphobic family. I was taught that being anywhere on the LGBTQ spectrum was evil and would send you to hell.
How ironic is it
That you don’t see this comin’
That you won’t be able
To wrap your head around this
But I don’t want
To speak
To see
To hear you anymore
And how ironic is it
A million voices
Flood my head
Their vile words
Echoing
A million voices
Condemn my actions
Telling me
I’m not enough
A million voices
Repeat their words
Their words which
Cut so deep
Comments
I really feel this right now... No one wants to have to say goodbye to the sun on a cold winter day. You're right, I guess: All we can do is welcome the moon.
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