"Hey! No stealing!" I know it was a random thing to yell, but it was the first thought that popped into my brain; I mean, why else would someone voluntarily go inside a building when the fire alarm is blaring? He stopped and stared down at me, his brown eyes wide. What he did next was ridiculously random. I know what you're thinking…But no, he didn't kiss me.

of fire

What is love?

A few poems about first love and heartbreak!

GreenMoth is like you and I. They have life issues and they try to deal with them the best that they can. If you would like to take a look at there crazy life. This is a compilation of letters from real life events and fictional events. They are emotional letters whether they are happy or sad. Dear..., I am glad that you are reading. (Reviews most welcome, if not encouraged :D!)

Things unsaid.

Drenched in darkness, cloaked in misery. A ghost of his touch lingers on her skin but it is not real enough to wipe the tears from her face and shield her from the treacheries of the world. She bites back her pain and hides it from others, but when she loses him forever, she waits until the blackness of night to fall apart; alone, silent, and scarred, curled up in herself. Short

It's an interesting place...when you look closely enough.