Poems from brookeskylar99
Fallen victim to his desolate lies
With nothing left to do or say, I turn around and walk away.
I feel their eyes as they glare at me, they must not get my misery.
They've...
Love is love, sex is sex. If God hated gays why would they exist? It's not a choice, it's how they are, they accept you, it's not so hard...