ModernDayJuliet

Angels of anger, grief, and pain, Watch over us as we play. Through dark times unnumbered and good times long forgotten, A little girl sits in a town that was just forgotten. War consumes us more everyday, Will the angels ever help us to find the way. Peace is now a long forgotten dream, And death is now all we see. Ourside is always thought for us to be right, Yet what if our thoughts were different, Would the wars end?  They just might. Yet the angels watch over us as we play, As we endure the everyday anger, grief, and pain.

She had been talking to him for four years now.  It was as if he knew her inside and out.  Somethings he had speculated about her he wouldn't have known unless he had been watching her for her whole life.  Yet, that wasn't possible.  She had told him she had once attempted suicide only a few months before he came into her life via the internet.  Yet, the fact that he speculated the reasons why she attempted suicide, reasons she didn't even fully understand, he was almost like magic. He seemed to understand her fully.  She was more in tune with him and cared more about him than she'd ever cared about anyone in her life.  Yet, she had yet to m