The refusion of the exaltion of God, with its insipid glare, left but one regret, and one reward.
The reward of the refusion, the inability to conform, was initself the intelligence
The moderation, of a new situation. Yet the Regret was far morre reaching,
with its all imbelicing roar, to make one feel depressed, without meanining to soar.
Phil, I love you, but not as you might think. When you asked if I was bi, I still held tight.
Even with your assurance, that our friendship would remain, I in my scarce, refused
to let it be named. But Now i tell you, that my Answer should have been yes. Im sorry
to say, that my sadness is to great, after you fell victim, to the car that one late night.
After the police came, and gave me the Sob, ii went to your computer, and went through your life.
But upon a realization, I quickly came, that not only did you love me, but that love was as great as mine.
I can only imagine, what i know couldve been true, us here tonight,, in alive with love.
But now my life, shattered by the waste, cannot begin to describe, how much ive missed.
Hindsight is 20/20,, and now I can see, back then I was blind, to your love for me.
So today in fear, i take my own life, despite fearing that god, shant bring us our life.
If forever we are, to remain apart, Shall the pain of hell, fix my broken heart.