In Memory of My Puppers

The tears, still fresh on my face.
My thoughts, not yet turned to memories.
Reality has not shown itself.
You’re still not gone, only lost.

Days will turn to night,
And night will turn to day.
Only time can heal
The loss of your sweet face.

By Audrienna

I write, I sing, I dance, I act. That is my life. Often I feel very alone and much of that comes out in my writing. You'll probably notice that. Sometimes I feel like I have nobody, not even myself. That's when I write the best. So most of my stuff will probably be depressing and melodramatic. But deal with it...it's just how I am.