The beating heart grew louder with each day's passing,
The blood flowed freely in my thoughts,
Silent whispers breathing new life into my veins,
Searching but never finding...
You is you.
Everyone else is taken.
There is no right or wrong, just what others tell you.
Do and believe what you think is right.
Until you die.
That's what a right thing is...
Not novels really more just poems and short stories I've tried a few longer almost novel like stories but to no avail.