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You choke me, just so you can see the blood on my fingers..
It's a turn-on for you.
You 'like it' this way...
Whatever that means...
I'm just a kid...
You picked me out from the street.
Took my hand, and started walking with me.
I didn't say anything at first,
but I was scared...
You smiled the whole way through it.
Like you were happy or something...
I was in pain, and you were happy
just as long as you could 'get yours' as some grown up would say.
I never knew.
It saddens me now.
But I'll be fine.
At least I
was number nine...
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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please stop this i cant do it any mor
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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I've offered Josh "me to talk to" either by email or by chat about his understandably strong emotional reaction to this, and suggested we let the topic wither here for now.
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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Marc, please, please ignore this thread and calm down. Know that there are people who love you and don't want anything to happen to you. I'm so worried about you. Hugs, David
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i'm sorry that the poem was so sad. i'm really sorry marc. *hugs*
thanks for replying timmy. i appreciate it.
please dont cry marc.. *hugs*
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Marc, I've been there,too. I hope you feel better.
aqua
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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