ceenis
Such a lonely day, and it's mine.
The pits of hell opened wide the day young Johnny bought his first dildo.
Dad sits in the garage, building the bedposts that would witness his only daughter's defloweration after her wedding tomorrow.
It was the only present he could afford to give since the cancer took his wife the year before.
Hammering. Composing. Sawing. The framework to this bed.
The light from the shining rainbow poured onto the landscape underneath it, creating a wonderful atmosphere of joy and jubilee.
Little Sally knows so, because she watched it happen from inside her window, in the hospital where she was diagnosed.
It pours onto the landscape like she pourd into her mother's arms when they were allowed to visit eachother two months ago.
I may, or I may not.
It really isn't much of a question, after all.
The dawning of the sun always brings a setting sky.
Over the Cathedral in the town square
there sits a light that shimmers more beautiful than the brightest smile you've ever seen,
that paints a reflection of the cross through the window onto the back wall.
Where a child sits mourning the death of his best friend.
The summer is almost gone.
But. The winter will be warmer
with you by my side.
Seasons are brief.
Your love is not.