I wasn't looking in that direction,
until he became my obsession,
grabbed my attention,
wisked the world away.
I rubbed him right,
I made his night,
I held him until the sunlight,
poured through the closed windows.
the taste of his lips,
the feeling of his hips,
Too bad we're fags,
good enough for nothing.
Carry me down,
make me drown,
I love another man,
a sin to ban,
my heart away,
dead to the day.
I wasn't trying to hurt anyone,
I guess i jumped the gun,
he was so much fun,
until they took him away.
I held on tight,
but couldn't write,
my love on his arms,
before they were pulled away.
the taste of his lips,
the feeling of his hips,
Too bad we're fags,
good enough for nothing.
it felt so right!
whats so wrong?
a love so strong,
don't make me fight,
I just might,
I just might...
the taste of his lips,
the feeling of his hips,
too bad we're fags,
good enough for nothing,
but maybe that little something,
a story,
only my fingers can tell.
A contest entry
- Misunderstood Love by Riftkin.
525 points, ended July 10, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Love that is misunderstood.. no matter how little causes pain and sadness Thank you for taking this to your own place best of luck Riftkin
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OMG This was both touching, deep and yet recognizable as Katy Perrys tune. I loved it a hell of a lot and will be bookmarking it. Great job!
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yeah, i am addicted to katy perry right now. its unfortunate that this couldn't be "original" , but the influence is there.
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I still loved it, it is very creative. It takes talent to make something like this sound good and not hokey.
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