Always been openly queer

Bisexual
as attention seeking as it seemed for a young girl to be.

How
are you supposed to know what kind of body
your lovers soul
is reborn in?

Why
limit your search
for your "one"
with modern social constructions
and religious heterosexual binds?

My sexuality
who I love
is who I love...

Whoever they are
whichever body they've found themselves in
this time.

The darkness, as well as the drying roses

The quiet and sad moaning,

of people and lost souls

Fresh graveyard dirt and the fading scent of lilies.

Salty tears, as they cascade down faces

The heart aches and throbs.

September

Hey!
Do you still remember?
Those struggles I had with Amber?
Those dreams I had to hamper?
And those scenes not proper?

Well I still can,
They're as fresh as sardines preserved in the can.
The mixture of ember and canker
From burnt Tanker to 2012's 12th of September.

Hey!
I'm talking to you dumb äss
About the ***** secrets in your ragged diary.
And the way you claim lives with your artillery.

Dear September!
What do you have for me this time around?
Surprises or pills from the old round?

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