He is here. He is back. He is mine. I love him. Yeah. You know already. I have some... lots of more poems for you. I wrote them in the last few days, while he was still gone. *** thunder rips through the air and my body lightning flashes in the sky and my eyes raindrops fall down upon the pavement and upon my face *** wings feathered wings white soft angel wings *** my stomach growls I will not feed it my mind wanders I will not catch it my heart whispers I will not listen *** I ask so many questions that no one answers *** bloody hearts and bloody eyes not knowing why one sad girl cries *** rampant deisre please, just one kiss come on, stoke my fire honey, give me bliss *** Everyone is going to die any right? Why not cut life a little short? Coward. Yeah, I know. I dont think I care though. Do you think anyone cares? Probobly not. Liar. yeah, I know. Do you know who cares? Not really. Neither do I. *** I told some people they think I am lieing they dont beleive me should I care? they look at my different they think of me different should I have told? I thought I could, thought I could trust they seemed like friends guess it was a lie should I trust? *** last night I talked with them we talked about angels and demons, heaven and hell we talked about how some people knew each other before before life I meen how they may have connection not really telapathic but connections we talked about gaurdian angels and possesive demons we have them, angels I meen I think that they might be around us, protecting I think when they arent other people protect us I think guardian angels help each other I think there is a reason a lesson, a plan I think there is a reason that I know you I think you are my angel. *** What kind of love do we have? is it a soft, abiding, stable love? or is it a towering pinnacle of love? what is love? how many kinds of love? what does love meen? how does love feel? ... Love true true love is selfless and thoughtless and almost undefinable Love is pure Love is hope Love is what we have *** A brown birds flies past my window its dark feathery wings rustling I want to be that bird *** in the name of... being here...