A beautiful soul was shattered by a beautiful high. The smoke floated up as the soul lost touch of reality. It started as just a game. But then the smoke got thick as it quickly became a way to forget. The light was fading and the dark was setting in. It took hold. Reality was a far stretch away. Love was a dream that was only seen in sleep. But as the smoke cleared and the walls crumbled she came into his life. She tried to break the hold it had on his soul. But no amount of love could fix the pain. She wanted to be the girl to save him. The light is coming back now. For every time the sun rises, the high gets further and further away. The beautiful soul has a soulmate. the smoke is gone and the high has faded to the past where it belongs.

my past

I must confess I still think about how things would be....from time to time.