They married for the wrong reasons. He married her for the money and status, while she married him to start over again. It doesn’t really matter why exactly they married, but what happens when he starts to feel something towards his own wife. And what happens when the trouble she left behind catches up with her?

"...Sipping energy from a can like it’s the nectar of life..."

Her heart cries out like a broken violin, Her soul is strangled beneath her skin.

A little sugar for your day with some sweet poems. Enjoy! (:

The less refine expression of thoughts, The painfully raw look at my mind.

That's all it is. Each day falling upon the next like blank pages in a book waiting to be written. Each day is but a chapter, each hour like a page being marred with dark, bitter ink, scratched hastily onto each page, and with each work another gain of sand falls in life's hourglass. The days blur to form a mess of tangled plotlines, characters dropping in and out of the story as they're needed. And the author... Well, that's yet to be determined.