Fine. Fine.
Boring
Boring night
paint your palette green and gay
look out on an autumn's day
with eye that knows the
darkness in my control,
Star Wars, Jedi skills
Fetch the bans of insults of doitzel
catch the tease, and love the thrills
in convos on the lonely, lovely MSN
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your homosexuality
how you tried to become happy
They would not visit
they did not know how
perhaps they'll visit now.
Boring
Boring night
flaming trolls that brightly praise
swirling hairs in brown haze reflect on
Doitzel's eyes of shiny hue
Dreams becoming true
beaches and loves not far to attain
weathered nicknames lacking sane
are soothed beneath the moderator's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your homosexuality
how you tried to become happy
perhaps they'll visit now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that boring
boring night.
You closed this thread
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Doitzel
this thread was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Boring
Boring night,
posts hung in empty threads
unknown words, forgotten pictures
with eyes - hidden -
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the dreaded fan in dreaded robes
the desired laugh that once composed
lies stuck and unspoken
on the forum long ago.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your homosexuality
how you tried to become happy
They would not visit
they're not
visiting still
perhaps they never will.
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 10-06-2005 @ 10:32 PM).]