Just a little something that kind of popped into my mind a few minutes ago, nothing too big... Personal experience, so... try not to be too harsh. X]
I scribbled your name on a bright pink heart, filled with love, I had no doubt. The paper was smooth, crisp white against the darkening night. I didn't see the future, not yet. The presence fogged my glimpse.
Your body sat next to mine, and this little paper, kept in mind. The heart didn't fade nor did it bleed, the painting stayed clean of becoming dry.
One day you moved aside, as I left the paper, sitting there with a little cry. The sun came out from across the world, and it's rays beamed hard, hard enough to lighten the paint. The writing became a blur, everyday, one letter, disapeared.
Your name was nothing but a simple vowel, and as the nights passed on, so had our bond. Words hard escaped, and grips had let loose, I didn't know what to do, all I had wanted was you.
As all the memoirs I had kept saftly in hand faded away with the sun, my last resort lay there, unharmed. It got folded once, twice, in half and again, and before there was no more corners to grasp, the little paper ripped in one strand. The pieces strayed in my palms, I dared not to struggle, but this love was so long.
Pieces of this bright pink heart sit helplessy on the floor. I pocketed a piece saftly, the last letter left behind, and with the strength in that heart, I set them free with my mind.
______________
Like I said, nothing big. Read, vote comment, if you like!
love,
funshunthree. :)
