Can you hear me?
The voices calling...

Behind these eyes,
Lies sadness and despair...

Black roses with thorns deeply immersed,
In flesh, in blood, in mind...

Every angel sins,
It is there legacy...

[A poem from my gorguz bf Scott.]
To my beautiful girl Sam...

The sun is shinning but the skies still grey,
The wind it blows but never my way...

Each colour in a rainbow,
Represents a heart beat...

Beautiful as a nightingale she wishes to be,
With long flowing curls and crystal blue eyes...

Everyday there is a moment,
I think back on the past...

As the sadness boils up inside,
I hide the tears that try to stream by...

From our first moment,
To our last depart...

Each death defining leap,
To a wish that can't be fulfilled...