Since everyone's posting their poetry, I thought I'd add this one. It's definitely pertinent to the community - a theme we will all know at one point or another..... Our straight soul mate friends who we can never have completely, no matter how much we or they long for it. My House My house has seven mirrors hanging on the wall every shape and size you need my house has these and more but instead of reflecting the sunset or the trees the face I've come to know and love is the only thing I see you're in my dreams you're in my thoughts you're in my fantasies but still I know deep in my heart that it can never be. we love each other with a passion that has never been before but something comes between us keeping things the way they are I know that you can't ever love me the way I want your love and I know that you want this just as much as I but we're destined, doomed to be just the closest friends. My house has seven photographs hanging on the walls and although they are perfection I can't help wishing for more.
