When Two Boys KissedWhen Two Boys KissedWhen Two Boys Kissed
Together they laid on top of their bed with the rain tapping against their window. Two boys madly in love with one another, snuggling under the covers to keep warm. A scene taken from a fairytale book that my mother used to read me as a child. A sigh escaping my lips as I smile for the happiness they found in one another. But I can't help, but feel a tad bit sad for the horror they have to face from the world.
'Cause when two boys kissed, they ended up dead by the next morning. Murdered from hate of not knowing that love comes in different forms. Not just from
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"I stare blankly at the sky wondering when the world comes to an end so no longer must I deal with my emotions." - Me
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