And she doesn't want to talk about it,
She doesn't want to cry...

Finally he saw their nightmares were his dreams,
Fire setting through his veins so bright...

I want to write you a love poem, baby,
But who likes the cliche topics...

Grasping in tales of forgotten woes,
Memories stand, they tire...

Wings made of fire spread largely to answer gods...
Graceful answers shriek amongst forgotten places...

-Fire-
Burning wistfully...

For the truth in me,
A small, simple breath within...

Now grab your lust and grab your greed,
For all you have is all you need...

Dedicated to the play "I'm Not Stupid.&quot...

I'll never say how I am again,
I'll lie to you from the start...

What was the sound of love? The taste . . . the...
Pale brown leaves, the texture of coarse words...

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