Come to me

by Urisan

This is kinda odd. I am working on a story where a girl that feels so shunned from the normalities of people, gets into some kind of mysterious activites with people who are involved with the searches of a mysterious magic user who can hear the prince of

Come to me...

The night wispers softly, its breeze caressing my skin. I wander the nights looking and hoping for someone to come along. I can here you calling me. Night after night i hear you, your voice follows the wind. I see nothing, the darkness surrounds me. It cuddles me close like a child would a toy, to keep away the nightmares. Why do you call for me so? Why do I feel so safe in your embrace, where others turn me away.

My steps softly follow the sidewalk where others do not follow at night. I hear your crying, your lonelyness. I follow where no others follow you, you tempt me beyond all reason. I shut my eyes, while i walk this path. You care for me, you would never send out anything to harm me. I am company to you. Along this path i walk nightly, you guide me. Like a leader to its blind master you direct me. My mind screams for love, and you show me.

During the day i crave for you touch. You sit in the shadows always watching me, waiting for me to be alone in the dark so you can comfort me. You need me as much as i crave you. I walk alone beacuse you call for this. You quench my feelings for thoughts of alone-ness, beacues i have not yet found the one. For now, you embrace me like noone else can.

Come to me...

During the day the voice wispers and your hands becon to me as i walk by shadows. Tempting no others, but the one that you know will answer your call and walk within you. My only protector, the one who keeps me safe. Darkness...

During the day my thoughts scream for release, the day being so bright and refusing of my body. It hates me, is jealous. It cannot experience quiet and the feeling of alone-ness. But in a way it feels sorry for me, I cannot bring myself to belong where other people live. I quarintine myself from the basic human population beacuse I am different. I see so much, but express so little in the sense of expressing like others do.

I lie on the grass now and think of this as you comfort me. I close my eyes again and i feel your touch caressing my face. You accepct me when no one else has ever shown me love. For this I thank you. For this I love you.