WRITER NOTE: thanks to everyone for the support. Really, you guys are great. Anyway, i forgot to say this before but i will say it before i get an copyright issues to deal with.
DISCLAIMER: Hey Arnold! IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM, BELONGS TO ME! (Believe me, if it did, we'd already have the Jungle Movie and the Patakis)
Oh and BTW, when you finish reading this, I would LOVE you if you reviewed this! So, please REVIEW!
Dedicated to my super awesome 'big sis' Bunny7433. Without You, I never would've published ANYTHING on . So, I owe you. BIG TIME.
Without you
I feel my world bind into an inverted dreary skyline of desperation without knowing of you
Constricting, even suffocating my lungs to cease the already melancholy breathing I have
Sabotaging my heart's natural, yet surprisingly gentle, rhythm towards this life...
The walls of my mind enclose into a quickly vanishing, and unbearably tiny space
And the floor begins to open, revealing painfully familiar thorns from my exterior
Painful, because only the beautiful rosebud of your soul, gives my thorns purpose..
These fake icy motives and stiff, yet sarcastic, soul-driven gestures barricade me from the outside
But somehow, the warmth generated from only your heart easily unfreezes my rough outer surface
This realization, however, serves to torment me any day and any night without holding you
I feel myself drift away from this thought of you, until, eventually, I get lost in my sea of sorrow
Hours of agony pass when your benevolence appears, guiding me away from this sea of tears
But as I get closer to your light, the approaching storm causes your light to dim fleetingly...
I rush to shore, only to find your crumbled face on the sand, fading every night without seeing you
My world shatters into millions of pieces right after your reflection fades into unforgiving ashes
Suddenly, my world transforms; once vibrant colors convert into black and white hues of color...
I lift my eyelids to find the hallways of my soul become endless echoing perils without hearing of you
Millions of doors surround me, holding nothing but evaporating memories and empty promises
I run, frantically, trying to find your piercing light in this darkness but trip into an abyss of HATE...
The abyss I've never understood how to escape from…
O, why must I continue this facade of HATE to the one being I truly love?
Why must I only accept your pure embrace in my desperate dreams?
Shun your tender touch in this cruel, yet intolerably real world?
O, my love, why must these innocent, unadulterated feelings cause me fear?
Whilst I never awaken to a brighter tomorrow illuminated by you?
Alas, my perfect Little Love God, tell me...
What am I to do?
- ANONYMOUS
WRITER/NOTE: WELL CONSIDERING THAT THIS IS CALLED LITTLE PINK BOOK, LIKE RUTH WOULD SAY "EVERYONE KNOWS WHO ANONYMOUS IS!" DOI!
PLEASE BE MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD AND REVIEW THIS FOR ME! *PUPPY DOG EYES*