Innocent

It's that beautiful time of month again... Oh no. Not that! You sickos. I meant it's the time where I have posted another story :D Well, it's not actually a story, it's just a poem-ish type thing... Anyways. I got this up for you guys while I worked on my other story. No, it's nothing amazing, just something I'm having a lot of issues with writing :P After this, I'm gonna make more and more stories and maybe even write a part two to that Unimoose thing I started way back when I first opened my blog. Speaking of which, since then I have gotten so far with my blog and I would just like to thank everyone who's following and reading, and just being really dedicated. I appreciate it so much. I know that most of my readers are people on Gaia that I've managed to scrape off the forums [; Thanks to all of you, and my friends who read too [: I feel too formal right now... Well, since you all know that I'm just a huge procrastinator and like to drag things on, please follow and read my other blog to keep you all entertained. I know I've mentioned it before, but this is just a recap for those who are newer to my blog. You can go to my profile, it's in the description for one of my other stories, but I know you're all lazy so I'm just gonna give you a link [; http://foreverxxangel-angelreview.blogspot.com/ Once again, thanks so much for reading and please enjoy this and many other ramblings on my other blog, while I try to get some more stuff up for you [: 

~Angel 

Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me twice, shame on me

Fool me thrice?

That will never be.

I watched the ember dance along my fingertips and engulf you in a swarm,

Your helpless screams rang in my ears.

You begged for mercy, begged for me

I’ve become your biggest fear.

Don’t run, don’t hide

I want you back.

But not the way you think,

No, it’s nothing like that.

Left or right,

Up or down.

This is the last time

You’ll ever make me frown.

You are the puppet,

I am your master.

Can you feel it my dear?

Your heart beating faster?

Breathless you lay,

Like a pathetic little toy.

I wonder how you did this,

Just you; a little boy.

You tore down my walls,

You infiltrated my forces.

I fought back with weapons,

And rampaging horses.

I built up more fences,

That you tried to jump.

Now my name’s caught in your throat,

Like an uncomfortable lump.

I watched you suffer, I watched you struggle,

I never once felt repent.

I trusted you to be my guardian angel,

But your plans were never that innocent. 

Pink Tulip

Yay! I finally got a story up! *Bows for the applause.* I know, it's been a while :P But I finally got around to it, well actually, I would've gotten around to it a long time ago, I just didn't have any inspiration. Now, originally I was going to put up a story that had a slight summer-y theme, but this came to me instead. I'll still write the other one, but this one's just coming up first. I think it's the most romantic/mushy story I've ever written. Like ever. Seriously, there's even a happy ending. What's wrong with me O: Ahaha. Anyways, this could be a bit confusing for some people. If you don't get it, well I guess I could explain it to you... Or just read it over and over, I'm sure you'll get it eventually if you do that. Yeah... Well, I know I've been procrastinating like a lot and I haven't been very consistent... But please don't give up on me! [: I'm still a work in progress c(; Alright, that's enough from me (hope I didn't forget anything...) Please enjoy the story [: Thank you so much, as always for reading my noob-ish stories. I love you all :D ~ Angel

Where did you go...? I sighed, I was thinking about him again. No, not just any “him”. He was my best friend, the only one who cared for me in this messed up world. Why did cancer have to take him from me? He was all I had after I lost my family, the only one who understood it would never be “okay” and knew that I couldn’t “get over it” like everyone else wanted me to. I want you back…

            Shaking away the tears, I got up from the bench. What am I even doing here? This place only brought back memories of him. That time when we were both eight and he taught me how to ride a bike. Or that other time when we were ten and decided to run through the sprinklers at night. We were inseparable, up until now. It’s been two years since you left me, and I’m doing fine.

            Being sixteen with no friends wasn’t exactly the best feeling in the world. But before now, all I needed was him. I guess I didn’t know what I had ‘til it left me. How are you doing? I hoped that he was in a better place. He had such a loving family and a bright future ahead of him, why does this happen to such nice people?

            Walking, I saw that beautiful pink tulips had bloomed. I still remember the first time we met, when we were only five. He was the only one who even tried talking to me after I moved into this town to live with my grandparents. “Here’s something almost as beautiful as you.” He handed me a single pink tulip with a big goofy grin on his five year old face, big brown eyes sparkling.

I traced the path which we frequently traveled, and stopped to sit down at the fountain. Remember when we were six and we decided to “take a bath” in here Kenny? I ran my fingers along the soft stone. Kenny told me that if you threw a coin into a fountain and made a wish, your wish would come true. I only have one wish, and that’s to be with you.

            Reaching deep into my pocket, I managed to pull out a penny. I tossed it in and watched it glide gracefully through the air, before landing with a gentle plop, sinking to the bottom of the fountain. I want to be with you again Kenny. That was my only wish.

            I stood there for several minutes, just staring into the water. I’m stupid; of course it won’t come true. Tears sprung to my eyes. I quickly wiped them away before turning to leave, hanging my head.

            Before I knew what was happening, I was spiraling towards the ground. That is, before I was caught in a pair of strong hands.

            “You know,” a voice whispered as he helped me steady myself. “I can’t stand to see girls as beautiful as you cry.” I blinked, several times. Am I dreaming? I was staring into the most beautiful pair of shimmering brown eyes.

            With one hand, he brushed the hair away from my eyes, and with the other, he handed me a single pink tulip.