Why is it summer again? by Pascalita95, literature
Literature
Why is it summer again?
Why is it summer again?
I'm not yet done loving the rain
I haven't caught the cold
And I haven't slept all day
Why is it summer again?
Shine and bright
Love and laugh
But not me
I'm not yet done crying along
The rain drops
If I'm as precious like you declare
If I'm heard as loud as you are heard
So why is it summer again?
Why is it summer again? by Pascalita95, literature
Literature
Why is it summer again?
Why is it summer again?
I'm not yet done loving the rain
I haven't caught the cold
And I haven't slept all day
Why is it summer again?
Shine and bright
Love and laugh
But not me
I'm not yet done crying along
The rain drops
If I'm as precious like you declare
If I'm heard as loud as you are heard
So why is it summer again?
I'm coming out: I'm straight by DeadmansCrescendo, literature
Literature
I'm coming out: I'm straight
Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took