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Life..
Life is short, my son.
Too short.
You're here one day,
Gone the next. And before you know it,
you're in heaven, so they say.
Does heaven exist.. I don't know..
It's just a fairytale to me.
Too late to dream son, for this isn't a dream.
This is real.
And soon, my son,
you will be dreaming,
and living, on clouds of white and goldden colours,
so they say.
A paradise, where everything is possible,
and all your imaginings come to life.
It would be nice to visit you there,
since you've already been there before me.
It was the cancer, that took you from me.
Sure, I cried. Cried a lot these past few weeks.
It's been hard. But I'll be fine,
Cause I know you're safe now.
Now, no one can hurt you cause you're 'different.'
Son, you were never different.
You were my son, and you were beautiful.
Because of that beauty, and because of your 'difference'
you were hard to get a hold of.
I'm sorry for that.
But I'll be seeing you soon, my son.
And when I visit you in that paradise,
I'll be sure to find you, and give you a hug,
for old times sake.
Be seeing you soon, son.
Have fun, okay.
~Dad~
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Not too sure why I wrote this, but I did. I was listening to: Michael W Smith: Hello, Goodbye while writing it. It's a good song I like. Anyway, I hope you all like the poem.^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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It reminds me of a day, back in 1969. I was in school, and I looked across the room at the happy face of the boy I loved in secret. I thought so clearly "If I can't have you as my lover I would like you as my son"
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Hi Josh. Another beautifl one. Sorry I haven't replied sooner. My computer is giving me nightmarish problems. It won't be fixed until Tuesday or Wednesday.
~AquA~
PS. I'm all outta cookies
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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awwwws^__^
*bakes you some cookies^__^* theres^_^ now you have lots of cookies^_^
thanks for replying.^_^ you and timmy^^ *hugs both of you*^^
im glad you both liked it^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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