I think these would be an awesome birthday gift.
good taste, and the cupcakes don’t look to bad either.
Awful I am, but I can’t escape it. It’s been a long while my dear boy.
Giving breath to what was compressed
Fall is a transition into brisk air:
summer stole from me a love impaired.
With it’s threshold strength, and lack of merrit;
the days grow shorter, as the memories loose luster.
How can you let go of something you never had;
forget about something that you longed for, but couldn’t fully grasp?
Dirt consolidates whats left of you under the dreck,
it solitifys that my time with you is past it’s end.
Oh yes, I had been bed ridden for far too long,
but at last my love I’m moving along.
You see my dear, you are not forgotten;
first loves do not decompose unlike your fragile bones,
but instead love grows stonger with time, even if that bliss has died.
One full circle around the sun since you and I shared young love,
and now finally, I am feeling the beginings of a new affair.
But know that I, my dearest boy, will always cherish our nights below the milky way, singing ever so softly.
Kissing your cold, shakey hands, the smell of cloves and sexual demand.
Never will another here me speak those words, or make the sounds, prompted by such a beautiful beloved.
Here and now, I found another to fill what of me you took with you,
and I will call him mine.
