Ok, I wrote this poem in like 15 min while I was extremely bored in math, so please no flames.

CS Almost Ended By A Fire

"All good things must to an end,"

That's what I hear people say.

And I know no matter the pain I feel

I must try to keep it at bay.

But it wasn't supposed to end like this!

I believe we were meant to be.

Now, he's gone, his life cut short,

And I feel like he's abandoned me.

That chartreuse hair, his smell, his touch,

And those sparkling emerald eyes.

All take away for the good deed that he did,

How he saved all of those lives.

Since then, my life's been a wreck

I feel I can hardly breathe.

The fire destroyed him, he was never found,

Except for a fragment of his sleeve.

As the tears stream down, realization strikes.

And the truth of it aloud makes me say,

"Drew, your sacrifice saved my life,

But why did you have to go away?"

"And leave me behind in this dreadful world

With nothing left to do,

Except to dream and to dream again

Of your voice uttering, 'I love you.'"

What's that noise behind me?

Is it a whisper or a call?

I whip around to face it,

And have sudden fear that i will fall.

I let out a cry of relief

And collapse in a fit of tears

For there he stands before me, alive,

Ridding me of all my sorrows and fears.

Charred and burned, he extends his arms,

Expecting to receive a hug.

But I just sit there and gap at him,

That is, before i stick out my tongue.

Then he smirks and drops his arms,

As though he expected that answer at best.

But it's not too long after that,

That I find myself sobbing into his chest.

I cling to his shirt and weep,

As he affectiontly strokes my hair.

He holds me tight as my heart races,

And I know that I always want that warmth to be there.

Then he releases his grip,

And looks deep into my sapphire eyes.

But, suddenly, he loses that usual cool attitude of his.

He buries his head in my brunette hair and cries...

Shocked at his sudden meltdown,

I struggle to find somethig to say,

But it's he who speaks up first; in my ear he whispers,

"Sorry I worried you," and then, "I love you May."

And there I stood, stock still,

Like the blonde I usually am.

My eyes burned and tears brimmed.

As he continued, I exploded like a dam.

"I was so scared, May, and you wouldn't believe

All the hell that I've been through.

But the whole time I was in that building,

All I could think about was you."

"Don't call me brave or a hero.

I just wanted to do my share,

And I know you would've done the same,

Considering how much you care."

"My whole life I've been a jerk.

That fire made me realize it.

Each insult I've thrown, every lie I've ever said,

I want to make it up to people bit, by bit, by bit."

He had a sparkle in those amazing eyes,

And fire in his heart.

Right then and there he looked to me,

Like a glorious work of art.

After awhile, a bit to late, I answered, "I love you, too,

And then puzzled him with the next thing I did.

I tilted his head towards mine and kissed him,

And the began to laugh like a little kid.

"You're my hero..."

This is the longest poem I'ver EVER written and if you don't understand some of it ask me and I'll explain. I'm going to come out with a second chapter to this, but it will be the story version of this poem. XD I hope you enjoyed it.

R&R

Luv ya,

Pikachu35