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Crystal tears fall from emerald eyes like raindrops fall from storm clouds. Storm clouds fill the hearts of the lonely. The eyes hold a sadness in them quite unlike any other. The crystal tears sparkle on the rosy cheeks that they have streaked. Rosy cheeks that long to be kissed and caressed. There is a fragileness to the heart that has been broken a trillion times. Every tear is unique to the heart that holds it, just as every snowflake is unique to the world. Every heart is in need of love even though so few are willing to admit it. All I want is to find a love so fine that it will make my heart smile like the Cheshire cat...A LOVE AS FINE AS YOU...

You are starting to forget little things. Little things that mean so much are vanishing from your memory. It is so sad to think that you will lose all the memories that we made. Memories of you and me and all the fun times we had, all the things you taught me. You are and have been one of the biggest parts of my life. I will always remember the things you did with me when I was young, the fun we had as I grew up, the boo-boos that you kissed, the smiles that you shared, the tears you wiped, the places we went...I will never forget the little things that most people take for grantited involving you and I. And most importantly I'll never forget my love for you. In case you don't remember, I'll remember for you...



**For my gram and people suffering with brain cancer or Alzheimer's disease**

I tell you I love you and you start to cry but I know its not because you are sad...I know it's because you are happy to know that...Still it tears my heart apart knowing how much this world sucks...As I watch you fading from it...With my hands tied and nothing I can do to save you from whats ailing you...I read you to sleep every morning-silly books you used to read to me over+over when I was a child...To hear you chuckle alittle puts a smile on my face...Still it scares me knowing where you are going and watching you go...So many people I love are there... How I wish I was too...

The rose is blood red dripping on the ground. The color of the blood that flows through my veins and is full of you. The sky is crying tears. They taste salty as they fall on my face, running down my cheeks, mingling with the tears that I shed for you as I stand over your grave. My finger dripping blood as I place the blood red drenched rose at my feet on the ground that you call home. On the dirt that is now you. My blood is all I can give you now as it seeps into the ground from the red rose, the eternal symbol of love and the one thing that killed you by holding you in your coffin forever...Oh Dracula; how I loved You, my dark knight!

Your voice is like a melody. It sings to me in my dreams. I hear it in my mind. Over and over it calls to me. And I am there in an instant. "Do what I'm thinking...Say it." it says.. You don't have to ask me twice-I will say anything you want. Your accent echos in the bottom of my heart. You are in my blood and it boils with a fever that I never felt before. I would let you bite my neck every- day of my life. I would kneel down and worship you. I would call you my master. You could be my personal vampire. Charming, mysterious, and utterly handsome-I could watch you do the same thing everyday and not get bored. I've studied your face a thousand times. And now as I see you for the last time and one last smile, I won't forget you. You've touched me deeply. And you make biting look fun... I'll let you enter my house if you promise to bite me. My master! My master is here!

She comes alive after the sun goes down and the moon rises. When the creatures of the night wake from their daylight slumber she too rises from the ashes of the dusty coffin she calls home. She looks wonderful dressed all in black, but then who doesn't? She dances amongst the shadows of the night. Her blood red lips match the color of her teeth on a good night. She is both the hunter and the hunted playing a very deadly game of hide-n-go seek-seeking her prey, her next victim. She parties from dusk til dawn until the first rays of sun appear. Then she disappears into the fog leaving no traces like her brother the bat. Except for the corpses and the puddles of blood from her midnight snack. She's just a little vamp all dressed in black...Pretty little vampire!

They dance around the tombstones, the children of the night. Playing hide-n-go seek between the shadows of the full moon light. Their laughter echos through the graveyard. What beautiful music they make, these barefoot fiends. The darkness is their friend,they wouldn't have it any other way. When the night comes it is their calling. Time to play amongst the wolf's cries. Time to play, the living amongst the dead. The moon lights the way as they dance around the graves. Celebrating living+life, death and the dead in the house of the dead. The wind moans like the moans of the dying followed by squeals of joy unlike the squeals of pain seeping from the lips of the dead. Children of the night squeal joyously dressed like the darkness. They just like to play in the dark...Playing games in the dark-the children of the night...