Come on.

i am a lesbian without cause,

bleeding for a affection

wherever i can get the attention.

i don't know who i am

so what does it matter if i stray,

stray, and stray further from who i am.

i don't care too much about looks

or thoughts that make some quiver,

i just want a kiss

and for them to mean it without cost.

why can i not receive

without thinking intricately about the next step,

the next moment where they leave me and i stay here?

won't somebody please just give me confidence,

just one ounce so i can get by?

i wish to get by until i can breathe,

until i know who i am again,

and no longer question my sexuality

because i merely desire passion.

so won't you be my medicaiton for now,

come play with me

and let loose of all inhibitions

while playing the strings on my harp

and listening to the music that creates

from unthought-of actions

that only play out so vividly in my dreams.