We're all hypocrites, they'll say
And who's to say we're not
at the end of every day.

It is us we're thinking of
our eyes tied on the noose
as we plead with those above

And we'll try to walk away
but we're all sure we'll fall
Just wish its us we'll betray



More later perhaps.

I've been infected with the love for boy-love. Its coming from two sources. I just can't deny it much longer.

On that note, two options for V-day pictures. We'll see what I decide to finish first.