On her pectus I could feel her sad songs sung,
Not to me;
But to the man who made her cardiac hung.
We both cried when the lyrics was told,
Like being in a crocodile river of no stone or a tree to hold.

She cares,
Covers me, not been in her pain,
Shared all her tears for me to gain.

I am queasy,
For we;
Are of the same gender,...