|Live Your Life|

I see the tear stains on your cheeks, as you mourn the loss of me. I hear you say, “She was so young.” “How could she be taken so soon, too soon.”

|The Eyes|

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and when you look into mine what do you see? Do you see the emptiness that lingers from the past? Or the scars of not being worthy in someone else’s eyes?