Welcome welcome, welcome back to the void. I have been doing too much poetry. Heres some gay poetry. (Also, why is no one talking to me?) Please enjoy <3 ---------------------------- Her, His, Their. ---------------------------- Her hair was of the upmost beauty A dull yet fiery red, seemingly almost dusky She held a short cut bob, with longer bangs than the rest Her eyes were like a storm A dusty, raging blue I nearly get lost when looking to the hurricane she holds inside those orbs Her skin was soft like petals And it was fair in the golden light It held no scars or bumps, it was as smooth as polished quartz Her smile shone like 1,000 angels Like the moonlight in the night It radiated perfect energy, yet the smiles itself was still a little quirky She wore glasses over her eyes Enlarging the deep blue rings They were large clear circles, hung onto her nose She wore that same gold necklace Always hanging low on her neck A simple locket attached at the end His eyes were slanted chocolate cakes Deep and sweet like brownies They were calm and often lax His face was cut in stone Contoured like no ones business Dug in cheeks and eyes, adding to the greek god look His hair was long and wavy Like the waves in the raging ocean The sun reflected off its platinum tone His skin like bleached white rocks Bruises and scars littering the rough planes Those hands were ragged and calloused, yet gentle and calm all the time He often wore a dull maroon sleevless shirt Exposing the toned muslces his arms withheld The red complimenting his golden waves Their eyes were a golden brown Full of passion and love Often closed due to the bright smile they wore Their skin shone like dew Like a smooth wooden desk A warmer tone of complexion Their hair was cut quite short Yet still long enough to push behind their ears Like shining obsidian strands They stood high on muscular yet long legs Towering over everyone they stood next too Always using their height for good, reaching for things most could not They often wore a long orange-brown colored coat Reaching down to their knees Black clothing was always underneath Even though I can never decide To be masc or fem or they or them I will always know one single thing Her. Him. Them. Masc. Fem. Xhey. Xem. I will always be attracted to all. I may have a preference for those who fit the type I like But I will almost never put up a fight That preference will still be there And I know quite well that it isnt fair But be in my shoes, know what its like to have to choose Maybe then you'll really know Why prefer that certain type You may not like that I cannot choose But thats the thing I am who I am and you cant change me
