Life of a Queer

A life of a queer,
Has not been rich, but poor.
Never was a gentleman, never was a dear,
Never was holy saint; but a martyr
Always bullied at, beaten up,
Because he was never feared

A life of a queer,
Doesn't always stand out.
Pitiless like any other thug,
Only he works alone
Never to be protected by any other living clone.

A life of a queer,
Would always be blamed for every wrong
For he has no strength to be strong,
Against the rich & well-liked in the crowd their among
Limited power, not even much he holds to get along.
No other place to belong.

A life of a queer
Would never be as ebullient as any other common people;
The earth was his curse
But in Heaven he will be showered by mirth;
For there was no sin he had done,
Only being a queer to the country he was from.

Bittersweet Love

Love hurts, for those who do not believe.
One must believe, in order to live.
Love is a necessity and love is not a crime,
Love cannot be bought even for a billion dimes.
It does hurt once feelings are portrayed,
But it is expected, is it not?
That one should be betrayed,
Before finding their real soulmate?

Love can kill, too, yes it can kill!
Because for some, they shan't live without their lover's will.
A pity, yes, it is a pity,
Killing oneself for love may, even be love!
But it is a way which is selfish, and it ain't pretty.
Love can be torturous after a few years,
Sacrificing your indulgence for something just to meet your dear.
Love can even stab your heart and puncture your lung,
But it also can bring delight, like tasting your lover's tounge.
Love is like a future scar on your heart.
Be careful while you carve it,
Because a mistake can tear you apart.

Once the non-believers, do finally believe in love,
The world shall then live in compassion and mirth;
The world would also live in peace,
That now it is in need.