Why do people have to die?
Why do the ones we love...

Staring softly at the family picture
Glittery tears form in tender eyes...

Upon the silky pillow, she delicately placed her...
Throughout her mind, thoughts flowed like small...

Lying entwined with him under a tree
Lips gently exchange sugary kisses...

Slowly breathing in, struggling to relax
Fidgeting uncomfortably, crying within...

Slowly creeping in, taking over innocent souls
Suffocating in never ending pain, silently dying...

Slowly opening battered green eyes
Squinting silently in the foggy gloom...

On a cold black night
She stands alone on the bridge...

Smudging ink and flooding words,
Painstakingly written across a page...

Hunting down sugar, craving those colored sweets
Accepting any kind, emptying all into paper bags...

She wakes up that morning
With a smile on her face...

I sit back and close my eyes
The sweet aroma of pine...