Yes I kno I gave up on my other story but I got possessed demanding that I write THIS story. So yea enjoy and please leave a review because I've come to the point in my life when I need to decided if I should continue writing or not. If I have any future in this. So please write if I should continue writing in your
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Yumi was surrounded my darkness, the lamp casting ominous shadows on her wall, making
Them dance like they have been for millions of years. It was about 11:30 and she knew she
Should be sleeping but she had a stupid report due the next day.
Who cares about Shakespeare and why do the heck do WE have to write a love poem.
As If my own love life is going well.
That got her thinking. Once she thought of the L word, a certain boy came to her head and
once she began thinking of him she couldn't stop. She let her mind wander and began
imagining how great her life would have been if he returned her love half as much as she
loved him. Subconsciously her pen began to write. Words flowed with ease as if it were
destined to be written down. When Yumi finally noticed what she was doing she read what
she wrote.
I wish for someone
Who makes me smile during the darkest storm
I wish for someone
By my side so I won't have to cry alone
I wish for someone
To show me the light when I lose my way
I wish for someone
To look in my eyes and see the real me living inside
I wish for someone
To hold my hand when my heart becomes cold
I wish for someone
To hug me tight, our hearts beating as one
I wish for someone
To kiss me and temporarily make my pain invisible
I wish for someone
To whisper my name every night before he falls asleep
I simply wish for someone
To love me
Yumi read with surprise at how bold her words seemed to her. Yeah, she knew it didn't
rhyme but she thought that it had a lot of emotion in it. She had written her wants, her
desires, her needs on the single page of paper. She quickly folded it into a paper heart and
walked over to her window. The moon was full today but you could hardly tell because of
the gray clouds that wrapped around it. She pushed open her window and looked out at the
world with her brown, troubled eyes. She slowly ripped the heart in exactly in half and
tossed one into the winds to carry it where it may go. She later put her half in the pages
between her diary.
At Kadic
A young man was taking one of his famous "midnight strolls" trying to clear his mind of
the mess he calls his life. He was enjoying the cold, clean air that seemed to raise his spirits
with every breath he took. He looked up to look at the moon but it was being draped over
with clouds, when he saw something white flutter by. At first he thought it was a bird, but
as if fell toward him he really saw that it was a piece of paper. He caught it in the air and
carefully began to unfold it. He read what was inside and smiled. He didn't know who
wrote half the poem he was reading but it seemed familiar. He could relate to every word
and couldn't bear to throw it away. He later slipped it in his diary when his roommate
wasn't looking.
So yea there it is. Thanks for reading and please leave a review to tell me if I should continue writing or not. THANKS!
Desparidy Crescent Moon