As the sun sets my heart soars to you. 

As the moon peaks out its beautiful head my heart smiles. 

The night sky and the twinkling stars can not out weigh your beauty. 

You are the suns glow. 

My heart helts with every touch, every glance. 

You look into my eyes and see all of me. 

Your purpose I do not know. 

But I must have you is all my heart will hear

Laying there

I hold my pillow tight

Cry cry cry

Screaming for a love thats lost

Love gained

Love that I feel will never come

Men call us the weaker sex

But who is really weak

They hide feelings

Words left unspoken

Giving what we dont want

And keeping what we need

Women are beauty

Giving and receiving

From each other we find what is lost

Unafraid to show what we suppress inside

She makes you feel complete

And you give her the need to be complete

Lesbian I am called

But love giver I prefer

I give her satisfaction

What you could never give

She screams no more

My screams are silenced

We look up to the stars.

like a brother of the night.

Madeup of what

we question there life

but they could be

something made by you and me

They are memorys

so look up to the night.

remember your life

remember the night

remember to love

remember to care

remember

I'm there

Forgive me, my dear, if I cannot read

the alphabet of your eyes—

the widenings and smallerings

of your consonants and vowels,

the blinks of punctuation,

and tears of exclamation.

You see, I am illiterate

in you, but by God am I

inanimate without you.

One day our skin will speak

a language all its own

and our minds will be lost

in the mysteries of

its strange phonetics—

accents everywhere right

and everywhere wrong,

but everywhere beautiful.

We’ll speak the lovers’

brilliant dialect

of non-words and feelings,

run with the sound and

never look back—

just at each other.

Do you hear that?

The vibrations of

our vernacular rending

to graves in the air.

We’ve sublimed

the sound barrier—

a living

evolution of speech,

revolution of the heart.

another love poem, with a bittersweet end

yah, its basically a "back off" song

So, I posted Dear Diary yesterday, and this one came after it.  I wrote this when a couple of my friends went to the hospital for self-mutilation(aka cutting) and I just felt it would be more powerful as a diary entry, so I made a second one

this is a romantic gay love song