I am hurting...

Just a month, to the day I am hurting so I won't stay...

Don't, For heavens sake don't, For my sake don't, don't leave me...

But who am i but a me to keep you from your fate...

from his arms, from your home...

Tears are the evidence that the soul in hurt...

The slither and splash and every time the leave a trail the say

"help, please just help me."

A gaping black hole is there from where the took you...

still in my heart but a hole in my soul...

anger, depression, falling, drowning how hard to I have to fight it all?

It's coming, pulling and pushing. I won't go, If you won't leave my heart then I'll fight till there's nothing more to fight to keep it.

I have changed, i am not who I was... I am how I am now... because you touched my life...

A month has past so fast...

and all i want is to see you,

I hate to think because when I think I only think of you...

I wish to mindlessly float away, but no one is willing for me to float away...

I long to dream, but when I dream I just remember,

The garden, the love, a hug.

I wish to write but then I think...

you'll never see never get to see the special pages I wrote because you told me to follow a dream.

Tears splatter the page and the pen breaks.

I guess this is what the call grief...

BY HSM

That was only suppose to be a sentence, OOPS.

Hey, Beth call the house when you get home or when you read this, he needs it.
and I've know for ages that you read while I sleep. I try really hard to get something substantial for you to read.
thanks and the Will and James thing would be about 2 years before book one they'd be about thirteen or fourteen...

Alianne Morrigan