Together? I don't think so.

The teasing,
The abuse,
The fact it would never just be us,
Always us and the world,
No love kept between two lovers.

To see the glares and the stares,
As we walk down the street,
The shouting,
The beating,
To be ‘taught a lesson’.

I’m scared,
The world hates ‘our kind’.
They hate what you and me do,
The fact were different,
Queer,
Fags.
But I will never love another like you,
So I will die alone,
Till I have the courage to say those three little words,
I Love You.