At the beachThe two men were on a beachThey walk through the sandTheir loves are as trueHand in handThere love is as trueAs the sky is blue
Wicked weddingShe should have looked horrible in that dress as she walked down the ale. It looked like it was tailored is by spiders. There was a huge web across the chest with a black rose in the center and webbings going down the white skirt. I told her everyone looks good in white I still can't believe that she agreed, this white dress, a nice break from her normal black. I know she'd wanted an unusual wedding dress and the spider webs are more beautiful than I would have imagined however the spider web vial was overkill. Well it dos not matter to me but my pink wedding dress looks so ordinary, compared to what my bride-to-be is wearing.I couldn't believe it not only is this mean and green witch getting married but who I'm marring is the really hard to sallow part. The blonde roommate that I used to feel undeniable loathing towards. Wearing pink, always pink on or wedding day she is in Pink. The butterflies in my stomach have upgraded to flying monkeys. I reached the alter
BeauttyThe great beautyfor all the world to seeis when one woman asks anotherwill you marry me?
Straight allyYour bother in armsWilling to fightBecause we do no harmBeing in love is only rightHating is wrongSo I am with youIf you need a fight or songGay or straight love is trueSo if you need a hand?I will held any way I can
Littlest LesbianI'm only tenDifferent then my classI'm a lesbianSo I need to askWay can't we get alongJust get together and playPeople say it's wrongTo love a girl like MayPeople say I'm a freakI just kiss kiss her on the cheek
Strike outI could not believe my eyesMy friends were all being beatenViolence broke outI think one too many came outThere was bloodPeople screamedI was with the villains or so it seemedBut I struck out the agent themAnd sounded my war songBecause hating gays is wrong
SupriseThe stars were shinning over the sea. One lonely woman was looking at the waves. Missing the one she loves. It was almost a year ago he was reported missing in the line of duty. He was a Marine. Lost at sea, he could be alive he could be dead. It's the not knowing that hurts.As if by magic something was rising from the surf. She could not believe it. It was her husband, still wearing his uniform looking like he did when he left. It was too good to be true. His smile the look in his eyes they were all him.He kissed me on the lips and I knew it was him. Soon we were making love on the beach under the stars. It was so magical.The next moring I found out that his body was found. I could not bleavie it. Did I make love to a ghost? A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant.