"What are you drawing?"
My Frank would inquire.
As I brushed the many
Cool Greys,
Reds,
and Blue shades
onto my canvas.
What was I drawing?
I inquired the same thing to myself.
"It's me," I answer.
Well at least I thought it was me.
A man stood frozen in time on the canvas paper.
He had the black hair of mine,
the dark eyes,
and the dark clothes of me.
My God,
It really was me.
"I really like the painting so far." Frank told me.
And like that,
he slithered his arms around my waist,
and gave me a soft peck on the lips.
I felt fragile like this.
Why does Frank
do this to me?
I hold onto him
with my life.
That's when my tears fall.
I was greeted to his eyes,
"Gerard, why are you crying?"
"I don't know."
and that scared me.
I didn't even want Frank to see me.
My eyes were probably puffy,
and I probably looked so ugly.
I huffed, "I just need to calm down."
So I broke from my lover.
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
