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I see your face everywhere I look The image forever burned into my mind I wish you never had to go away But everyone's time eventually comes You left too soon, never to return So many things I wanted to say But I could never find the words It's never easy losing one you love But with time comes healing Your body is all that's gone Your spirit is free and will never die The pain it will fade But your memory will live on Chorus Your voice whispers to me on the wind It comforts me when all seems...

How does a friendship so strong and full of love go astray? This is the haunting question I ask myself day after day. Good intentions sometimes seem a disguise for betrayal and strife. Even when the truth is know deep down inside it still cuts like a knife Is it possible for two kindred souls to recapture the friendship they lost? If what was can be rekindled again should it be pursued at any cost? The fragile heart says yes do not ever let what you cherished go. Yet the mind the center of al...

They saw each other one summer day in a place they both knew so well. They saw, but did not notice each other. He went on his own way and she on hers. Would this be the only time they crossed paths? For a brief time the answer to that question would be yes. Alas he was with another and her interest lie elsewhere. But fate has a way of turning things completely upside down when least you expect it. They began to talk in digital and came to be friends. In their hearts they found they wanted mor...

Two long lost lovers sit on the beach watching the sun set. Their transparent hands are clasped together in a display of affection. Their lives were taken by the cruel harsh sea. Their souls linger among the land of the living. They know not that they have passed on. For eternity they will meet at the place Cupid’s arrow struck them. The sun’s golden rays sparkle on the gently churning ocean. The sky turns a deep crimson then blazing orange, which slowly fades into a dark purple. Soon the bla...

White silk curtains blowing in the cold wind from an open window. The floor covered in a heavy swirling ghost-like mist. Upon the bed she lies in death’s perpetual slumber. Thunder peals in the distance. Lightning flashes showing her pale rigid flesh. The stench of death hangs in the air. The silk sheets of her bed have been soaked crimson. The ghastly deed done in days past now discovered. Even in death her beauty is unmistakable. Another victim in his mindless rampage. He harvests the souls...