"The wind flipped the pages of the mystery in my lap, as if, curious of what it holds. But I didn't care. I was too busy whispering his name." •°•°•° All Rights Reserved® •°•°•° ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ \\\ NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR/// Every single poem in this book ( unless said otherwise) has been created by me. please ask my permission to use this or give me credit. Thanks, imasadwingedwolf (aka Storm) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~