They will be missed

This thing called Love

There's a girl sitting on the floor,

Reading is no longer a chore.

She dives into each book,

Before waiting to find a nook.

Where she may sit for an hour,

As the powerful characters devour.

Whats left of her lonely feeling.

But who notices the concealing?

There's a girl sitting on the floor.

Pencil in hand, always wanting to explore.

Experimenting with different techniques,

Hoping no one critiques.

Even though she never will show,

She wishes to bestow.

The masterpiece she has created.

Realizing she is alone that wish is deflated.

Before the tears start to streak.

But who will wipe them off her cheek?

There is a girl sitting on the floor,

She doesn't know what to do anymore.

Praying she won't have to be alone.

Otherwise no one will read her stone.

A shadow passes over her face.

Arms help her to her feet and embrace,

Piecing her soul and heart,

Carefully without missing a part.

Who could this possibly be?

There is a girl no longer on the floor,

Who has a new feeling deep to her core.

She believes this new emotion,

Could finally put her into motion.

Of keeping herself high above,

And using this thing called Love.

Written by the Amazing OpenWater13

THIS. IS. BRILLIANT. 

A note from me:

So last weekend it was my birthday and this weekend I leave for Europe!!!!!
I am ever so excited and have been packing like crazy!
THIS AUSSIE IS GOING TO THE SNOW! 
Thank god I can escape the heat for a month!
For my birthday I got a new phone (THANKS MUM AND DAD) and you will be happy to know that I will be updating my books from places like Paris, Germany and Amsterdam!
I hope you all have just a wonderful Christmas and new year!
I love all of you so much!

Love,
           Ruby xxx