A Look Back on Being a “Gay Woman”
A beautiful thing about being in love, is that it comes in all sizes, color, ethic backgrounds etc. but it extends back into time. Not accepted by all but felt by so many.
Maybe in Time
There was that time when we hid our love, so deep inside us so no one could see.
That secret love between you and me.
We played the game of who we were.
Only that connection between her and her.
Our loving looks
Our romantic books
To whom it belonged
Only understood in our songs
I longed so much for you in my dreams
Not able to act it out by any means
Why, oh why?
Why can’t I be free and have you
To no avail I am apart of you
Please let us be ourselves
Even though we’re not like anyone else
Maybe in time, maybe in time
This will all be over, and you will be mine