I'm tired of the same *******
I want to live a proper life
Not this melancholy crap
**** the people who want to stick their noses where they don't belong
They can keep their crap to themselves
I want to love
I want to make love
I want to be passionate
I ******* want you

She is kind
She is loving
She is caring
She is silly
She is gentle
She is beautiful
She is my rock in stormy weather
She is a hand to hold and steady my world
She is the heart beating in my body
She is the voice telling me to keep going
She is the fire burning in my veins
She is a pearl in an oyster of a world
She is a rose among thorns
She is love
She is whole
She is everything I need
And she is mine

if I am to have,
a son,
or daughter,
who comes out to me as gay,
and sit there crying trying to explain,
what else could I say,
then,
"stop crying",
"you said you where happy",
because acceptance is what people want,
in love,
in life,
and as a parent its your job,
to give it to them.

What is beauty?
Is it the way you look?
How you dress
The way you hold yourself in front of others?
Or is it something you're just born with?

You could be told a thousand times over how beautiful you are
But it only takes one time to ruin your self image
Only once do you need to hear about beauty

She tells you she loves you
She tells you you're perfect
And she tells you you're beautiful

But now things are different
You notice how your body looks for the first time
Bones protruding from every spot
A stomach that concaves back inside your body
Hip bones that could be used as knives

Once you thought your curves were perfect
A place that perfectly fits her hands
Arms long enough to hold her face
And legs that could wrap around her and still have room for more

Mirrors seem to show a different you
Full you has disappeared and dissolved
Like smoke in the night
Reflections shows nothing but a sketch with dead eyes

What is beauty?
Something that I don't have

She was more than art.
She felt more than art.
There was beauty in her soul.
And yet, she never realised that.

"you are not just a secret
you are a secret worth keeping"
Yeah. *******. Right

Dont feed me that crap
Not when you are just going to
Make me feel like **** for wanting to talk to you
You never ******* change
And I am stuck loving you
Yet I wouldn't have it any other way
Being your toy is better than not having you around at all

I don't want to be a secret
I want to be shown off
I want you to want to tell people about me
I want you to want me..
I know you care
At least seem too
But I want you to be proud of it
Not ashamed because people are arseholes.