Another gothic story.

People should really give others the respect they deserve.

Poem about a low and deep time in life when everything seems to have ceased it’s rightful function, then as the thought of the end draws near new beginnings emerge as a sign to hold on.

Everybody has a love of their life.

You never stop reaching out for somebody you are mourning.

This is a poem that I wrote for a school project, it is finished but its not finished to its fullest ability. I got lazy near the end.I forgot what type of poem it is. Anyways its about me and what I am made of, I chose tofu because I am a vegetarian.

In order to believe something, we want every little detail.

Love whispered across the warm desert wind…

Poem.

It comes to every single living person at some point, death has no respect for age.