Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

[editing-slowly] Despite doing everything she can, Lucy Ainsworth can't forget the night that she held the hand of the dying stranger, Ryden Mitchells. However; when she finds herself face to face with his ghost in her bathroom mirror, she's thrown deeper into a pit of confusion, questions and an odd attraction to the boy. As the two search for answers to this strange occurrence and do what they can to help him move on, a strong friendship bonds: and an even a stronger romance. But getting too close to Ryden could have devastating consequences for Lucy and she'll have to find it in herself to do what's best for her and for the dead boy that she's fallen head over heels for... Story Copyright 2013 © I do not own the image/s shown on the cover or in the banners. They rightfully belong to their owners

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014

❝ As the summer falls upon the end comes the beginning of a warm romance. ❞ (Secret Santa Service present for @AnchoredShips) © nate k. 2014

❝ Blow out all the candles, you're too old to be so shy. ❞ © nate k. 2014

❝ When actions aren't enough to express, let the pen do its magic instead. ❞ © nate k. 2012

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014

'I know enough of the world, enough of men, To know that what’s beyond’s beyond our ken.' - Faust Goethe. Gee is a short story that I sincerely hope you enjoy. Highly appreciate feedback! :)