Just as my 'Gay Pride' poem, I know this is going...

Wax
Butterflies...

Sitting on a table filled with many things
A doll to the side, a comb and lipstick...

Wax butterflies glitter in the air,
As the sun beats down upon...

Candle
Swaying by wind...

Slim branches reaching
Whispering many stories...

I
Am a lie...

Tick-
The chimes sound...

Again, this is a poem that just came out...Enjoy...

This was supposed to be a Parquette...But then I...

Seeking hearts filled with woes,
In the few days without heros...

Note: This -is- about being gay and being hurt by...