

SomedayWhen does it become enough? When can they say it is over? When can I believe again? When can they let me live?Someday
Is it not enough that I have suffered so? Is it not enough for them to let me go? Is the life I live not enough for them? &n


Chasing TimeWill it ever stop? The haunting of my dreams Your face everytime I close my eyes A witness A secret painChasing Time
Will it ever stop? The music swarming in my mind Your kisses so sweet Taking over my mind
Will it ever stop? The horrible feeling in my heart To know that I hurt you To know I cant make it right


Living in a memoryIts all you are to me A memory Living a dream a lieLiving in a memory
I remember your hands your mouth your taste
But what does it matter now? When your not here to touch &nb


Creative WritingThe story he told, was the last that would be told for a while. How long though, none of us knew. We were sitting on the floor of the crowded carriage, trying to think of anything but what awaited us at the end of our ride. Just watching this quiet, old innocent man sent shivers down my spine. I looked around at the faces of the others sitting with me. It was crowded and the smell of rotting flesh and animals filled the small wooden frame. There was a cry from the back of the carriage. It was near the air hole, that one small break for freedom. The old man shouted at the small children trying to make sure their attention was on him. Their minCreative Writing
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