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Donny 8h
I know you're scared

I would be too

I'm here for you

Little Starboy, little starboy



You watch the people

The love you yearn

The languages you learn

Little starboy, little starboy



They might never be ready

You might make the scared

Would they know if you cared

Little starboy, little starboy



Soon, it will change

You'll meet a boy

He'll bring you joy

Little starboy, little starboy



His name is David

He will sing like a god

Some will think he's odd

Little starboy, little starboy





He will write songs

And love you

More than I do

Little starboy, little starboy
star 2d
pride month 6.1.25 (5:10 pm / 17:10)
you were right, i guess
even though you don’t know yet

you have always been right about me
you have always known me better than myself
i have always been better in your eyes

i know i should be prouder
i know i should know better

[playing: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas]
Micko Nov 2024
Just like an angel flung out of space ,
My love for you will always be genuine,
A beautiful flower in my garden,
I'll  forever water you,
Keep you close to the window so that you can flourish,
You're  no ordinary flower but a  queen in my garden,
Your  enticing pheromones will feel the room,
And I'll be the only bumblebee to pollinate you, my love,
Deep inside your alluring  petals  covered  with your nectar,
I'll be so committed in your garden,
I'll keep coming back for more and more,
And you'll magnificently bloom in all seasons.
The new dawn 222.
josef 5d
hit me while you look
at me with those doe eyes
strike me on my mouth
where i spew lies saying i don’t like you
cease my heresy and burn me
for speaking against the truth
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B 6d
Hear the call, ring around the corridor
I’m without one, what a bore
Gray walls thou don’t know my love
I wear blood on my hands like a glove
I know you’re soon to be here, my sweet
I’ve got a little thing for you, a treat
Remember how I love you so
I’ll tell you then to lower your bow
I did it for you, now do you understand?
This, all to us, lover, isn’t it grand?
We can be together, forever
I know I love you because I will **** for you
What ever would you do,
For the love, do you give upon to me?
If not, trust you would be free
Free from me and never again
Will you ever, ever have to bend
But know, the love is great and yours
Keep it well, let it fill you, let it pour
I’ve left you, but I’ve never gone
We can be together, to raise our fawn
That life for us, now open and allowed
Your father would never have bowed.
josef 6d
my hands burn with the sting of nettle
my mouth, dry and tasting of metal
his lips, scented with chapstick and chocolate
overpower it, taking authority over my
mouth, his eyes establish an orbit
around me, and my life
willows flow
star May 28
label? 5.27.25 (5:32 pm / 18:32)
maybe i’m panromantic asexual
josef May 20
my love for you, my friend
becomes incarnate like our lord
where he, doing miracles,
opens our hearts and quakes the foundation

my love for you, like his love
for us, opens my heart to your ethereal beauty
and quakes the very foundation of my self

i take thee, my friend, to be my will
quaker undertones
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I S A A C May 19
you make me gush like a wound
i am enough in your room
playing tunes, always smooth
i kiss your lies and your truths
i am tough enough to spoon
you remind me of rare jewels
smooth and sharp, hardened heart
i fold under the weight of rules
you make me gush like a wound
i need to touch you soon
my burning desires consuming this roof
josef May 16
i sit by the window watching the sun
go down into the horizon, tasting his tongue
on my breath, sweet and sickening like
fruit pastilles or a persimmon, homelike

it reminds me of my future with him
it reminds me of my past without him
all those years wasted not knowing
my love would meet me in that

dead end old school, where hate is bred
and stupidity is taught in what students read
they don’t know anything about life
about love, religion, repentance, longing

for his eyes, his speckled face glistening
in the late-afternoon sunlight listening
to my ramblings about this or that
sometimes his finger pit-pats

on the desk where i first found myself
a sea of endless pain and anguish rescued
by my foolish love, another pointless beckoning
quenched by lack of reckoning

i sit by my window
waiting for him
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