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You say, its okay...
That there's nothing wrong with me..
A fact of life you say with a sigh,
Carefully searching my room in the night,
I sleep on the couch all night..
The light is on, and you cover your mouth,
With disgust in your eyes you clench your fist, and cry..
You found it..
The magazine I read lastnight..
Well, what do you think?
Mom, its just a magazine...
It's more then a magazine..
The fact that you would even consider looking at this,
is shameful..
What can I do mom?
I can't change this..
It's not something I can change..
Yelling can now be heard from the next-door neighbors.
She yells, he cries, wanting out, wanting to run away,
To anyone,
Someone who will listen...
He runs...
Though a teenager, he is a child at heart,
sobbing white tears, the rain touches his skin, embracing him, leading him away...
Breathing hard, he screams inside, crying red tears of a rose,
He comes upon a garden..
Pretty roses, he says to himself..
He takes one, a thorn gets caught in his skin..
He takes it out, and feels no pain..
He is 'free...'
He wanders the streets to go to what calls to him..
A boy outside, walks the streets beside him...
He catches a glimpse..
Green eyes, faint blonde hair...
What is this feeling?..
Heart's cry, Lover's die... Nothing is right...
He gets to his knees, and prays to the sky,
Give me a home,
where I can go...
He faints from exaustion..
Green eyes notices him, falling to the ground,
And picks him up, kissing him briefly on the forehead.
He takes the boy to his home..
Was it 'Destiny'...
How did we meet?
It's all gone by in an instant..
Falling clouds, rip apart the earth,
covering it into a deep mist..
Hearts surround, the boy is found...
He opens his eyes,
to much of his surprise,
he did not die, saved by an angel,
Green eyes...
The boy gets up from the bed,
tho not wanting to, the pillows and blankets are so soft...
Reluctant, he gets up..
He now searches for someone, his memory is fuzzy.
Blurs change to reality...
He can see..
Someone enters,
a boy...
A rose in his hand...
The boy gives him the rose, and a kiss on the forehead..
This one blushes, and hugs him, as a sign of affection...
Life is short, find love,
Ignore ignorance, give in to your emotions...
A kiss is placed, in lips of red and pink...
Love is opening..
The rose blooms...
One is a rest, the other is found..
Love anew, is forever true...
-End-
~Josh~
For this story/poem, I wanted to express something. The story is about a gay boy, a teen whose mother finds a magazine with gay pictures in it, blogs and other things. She is angry at her son, and he runs away, so far away that he collapses in the street. Another boy who sees him fall, picks him up and takes him to his house. And they fall in love.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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