Lesbian Poetry

If It Was Right

If it was right, then why do I cry,
why do I ache each time she walks by?
If it was right, then why do I scream,
calling her name when I awake from a dream?
I thought I'd forget her, I guess I was wrong.
I thought I'd be tough, I thought I'd be strong.
But she is in my heart more than she knows,
and it hurts because I hide how much it shows.