FatalCosplays

I was eight years old When I learned his name He taught me all kinds of games Imagine my surprise as a teen when he told me of his sex-uality It made some sense as time went by I learned he could braid while I could try As time went past and we grew old he grew tall and I grew bold Then on the street Someone called his name He turned around... He died that day. The man was cruel the man was young He shot my friend thought it was fun He was drunk as far as I could see And thats the story of my gay friend and me.