http://www.gayauthor...ar/red-orange/1
I don't want to discuss the context of this poem, but all I can say is, it's heartbreaking every time I read it.
Sigh... red-orange fading too orange, red-orange is getting dull. I wear myself down in red and orange hair. This isn't hot, this isn't fiery; it's a fainted fire. I wear myself down in red-orange looking to start his fire, a cracker, an explosion, a fiery sensation in our hearts. Instead, i blow a sigh...
Depression and I have had the most of unwelcoming of experiences, of which I wish to forget. With that said, today I am depressed and this time I believe it is because I long to be with someone, to love and be loved...badly... either that or I just need to get laid. LOL
Well hello there! It's funny, I just finished writing my first paragraph on this new piece I will be writing about when I started googling "gay love loneliness" and this site came up. I created an account and here I am posting my intro. Seems like fate to me, hi!