flirty-rose

There it was. Sitting in my inbox. From you, whom I miss so very much now. My heart stopped. Could it really be you? No, it couldn't be you. Not today. Sadly not. It was like the others. A hope that would not be realized. A spam bot. A link to a news site. From a ghost account that you don't use. I miss you.

If God hates fags, And you go to hell For not believing in him, Then why did he send His most perfect angel Down from heaven For ME to love?