Thread: Not Just Any Hero

Life is cold and empty without him
I feel like the only person in the world
The air around me feels heavy yet thin
White-knuckled fingers anxiously curled

He's not just any hero, he's my Gothlark
And I love him more than existence itself
I barely remember the first spark
I'd probably be dead or dying without his help

I miss him for a mere picosecond
Even just when he goes AFK
So on this bleak cold morning I reckon
I'll be inconsolable 'cuz he's MIA

Not even the proverbial Godly might
Can convey just how much I love him
In the end, everything will probably be all right
And he'll make all the pain vanish on an empathetic whim

I worry about you every second, my honey
After so many hours, I fear you'd been slain
When I don't see you, though it may be sunny
Deep in my heart there is gloom and rain

Come back to me, my sweet, true love
Bring me that joy only you can bring
Melt away the frost of your absence, my dove
With the warmth of your pure heart, like spring

Come back to me, Brett...

I'm speechless.

That's a very beautiful poem with a lot of emotion. So lone, so desperate, but there's still hope in it. Combined with your avatar and sig it makes very contradictory feeling.

I think I'll let the poem do the talking. It's great.