Ph: Love: Sad Gay Poem Poem by Brian Johnston

The cities streets once felt like home,
With shadows now I find I roam,
A tree that shared its welcome shade,
Now stands apart from leafy glade,
And memories of storms that tore
The others down.
What can my trembling heart restore?
Uneasy rests my manhood's crown!

I do not know what's coming next,
You do not phone and rarely text,
But still I carry fantasy
Of me with you and you with me!
A broad road or a path unknown,
We pay the rent,
No parent’s voice or chaperone,
Our destination's different.

We do not need to ride the tide
Or keep our feelings deep inside,
Decision ours, all is ahead,
Our intellect is our life's bread.
Together is where we belong,
Let’s fight the fight,
Commit to what we want lifelong,
To loneliness say fond goodnight.