The tragedy of intolerance causes unneccessary pain. How can people be so blind. Love is not gender specific.
Oh, rose so blue
Dripping with the evening dew
Your petals are so alive
Without the rain, you continue to thrive
While the petals of the flower inside of me
Are quickly wilting in this reality
Our mating was just society’s game
For the end of our romance none can be blamed
Both understood it that price that must be paid
To live in this society our secrets must remain in the shade
Some like us walk in the shadows living a double life
But he chose acceptance, I agreed, and became his wife
But something happened on the day we wed
I fell in love, many tears were soon shed
My life was filled with regret
How would I ever forget?
But today I understand
He loves another man
In this we were the same
Our marriage was just a game
Moments in time constitute a note of goodbye
However unneccessary for the recipient
O how quickly time passes present into past
O how our memories are burnt with bittersweet rememberance
Rememberance is the hearbeat of humanity
WE give our lives into love and we invoke it
In trust that the faces of people who we love will return to us again
to me memorized time after time
and then
then the memory is all we have
nothing more for the record
nothing more for the posterity
nothing more for the chi-chat, anger, euphoria. laughter or life
only the memory
make a note
let those tears forever stain your soul
for lifes greatest lesson is learned in death
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