This is a poem of friendship and what my friend mean to me

He only looked for me when I was gone... When everything wont be the same as it was before...

To have your soul mate stripped away

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.

They're on a mission for some Dixon Cider. Ianthony. Sexual themes. Male/Male graphic sexual situations.

I just stood there, watching. Watching everything I love be destroyed and there was nothing I could do. A town was disappearing right before my eyes. The sky was smoky and black but I did not go for shelter; I just sat on the log that I sit on every day and watched. I didn't have the strength to be sad. I was surprisingly calm. I kept thinking maybe, just maybe, Mother and Holly made it out ok. But I know they didn't. I was the only one to ever go outside the safe borders of my town. I can just imagine what they were doing. Mother drinking her afternoon tea. Holly attempting once again to sew. I shouldn't have left home. But after what happened this morning, I couldn't bear to be around people. I though back to the events of the morning.