I havent wrote in a while, but heres the end...

Boundaries of privacy-
treacherous wires traced...

Azul eyes dim to slate gray,
fog blinds vision, a storm of tears arrives...

The first time we parted, I was ripped into...
sincere feelings for you still lingered although...

Looking deeply into those comely eyes that go on...
butterflies tickle her with hope; making her heart...

The past is the past, and I will not look back.
I refuse to look back on the things that I am...

Ambling around
the outskirts of love...

An old box sits on her shelf covered in dust...
She wipes it off and opens it up with tears in her...

There's this distinct voice in the distance.
It speaks to me everyday...

For a contest.
A lemon drop sun rises...

Sheets of rain fall from the colorless sky,
it's just another gloomy day in her life...

Sitting cross-legged
in the grass...