Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Buffy and Spike because if I did, I would not have let their epic love story just end the way it did...yet alas...there is nothing I can do but make and read fanfiction to change that...also...the rest of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are not mine to play with whenever I want...that right will forever belong to Joss Whedon and co. at Mutant Enemy...but sometimes he lets me play with them...and it makes me of the happy that is very...specially when he doesn't take them away before I can finish the stories...damn you Joss!!...heh...at least he let me keep Buffy and Tara long enough to write this one...BUT THE POEMS ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE SO IF THE MEDIOCRENESS OF THEM IS APPEALING TO YOU AND YOU WANT TO BORROW THEM OR SOMETHING, YOU NEED TO LEAVE ME A REVIEW ASKING NICELY AND MAYBE I SHALL LET YOU USE THEM FOR WHATEVER...Thanks Much...MONICA

A/N: kay...so I know the first chapter has been read or looked at almost 200 times...and no reviews...but alas...I know it wasn't much to go on...but I do hope to have at least one review by the time I am finished...which is just another chapter or two after this one...it's already written...but on a different computer...I should have it out by the end of the night though, when I get home...I may write more...but as far as my poems go...this will be the last chapter with them...no I lied...the next chapter after this one will have one more small one...okies...so here are some more of my poems and some Tara thoughts thrown in...oh and the first poem was originally ten years b/c that's about how long it has been since my mum divorced my dad...had to change it to five since Buffy has only been a Slayer for 5 years...duh...heh...but yeah...kay...enough rambling...enjoy?

PS: hey guess what...I had anonymous reviews blocked...I had no idea...thank you RabidReject for reviewing this chapter and letting me know...so if anyone wants to review...now ya can...so let me know what ya think please and thank you...

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death cannot come any sooner

everything fell apart so fast

after five years being lost

wanna go back to the denile of past

wish this was just a movie

why couldn't there be a better cast

couldn't there be a happy ending

this life cannot last

this is the end

this is the goodbye

goodbye

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sitting alone in darkness

praying to be saved

sitting alone in darkness

heart has finally caved

sitting alone in darkness

loosing all hope

sitting alone in darkness

can't seem to cope

sitting alone in darkness

don't want to try

sitting alone in darkness

just want to cry

sitting alone in darkness

this is goodbye

sitting alone in darkness

silence as I die

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"Oh Buffy," Tara said aloud to herself as she flipped through page after page of the near dozen poems. She was amazed at just how painful being the Slayer, and having been torn out of Heaven, was for Buffy. When I looked at her aura when we brought her back and saw how dark it was, I just thought it had to do with being pulled out of hell. I cannot believe how wrong I was. It was dark because she is depressed. The poems may not have been worthy of Poe or Dickinson, but you could clearly feel the pain of the simple words, and they brought tears to Tara's eyes. She felt so guilty. Had she just thought to suggest doing a spell to see if Buffy really was stuck in a hell dimension, this would have never happened. She was just blinded by her love and trust for the woman she loved more than life itself that she did not, could not, second-guess Willow's decision. Now more than anything, she wished she had, if only to spare Buffy the additional pain that she is feeling now along with her burden as the Slayer. How could they have been so stupid to believe she was in a Hell dimension. She gasped when she remembered how Buffy had run out of the house half an hour ago. "Please don't let yourself get hurt out there on purpose Buffy." Noticing that there were a couple more pages, Tara forced herself to finish reading Buffy's thoughts through the blur of tears slowly falling down her face.

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A/N2: So yeah...the last bit with Tara...I dunno...I just wrote it on the spot since I figured I would need a little more Tara in the middle rather than just the beggining and end...but whatev...maybe leave a review or something...at least let me know what ya thought of my mediocre poetry please...please?...MONICA