by Stylistiq a.k.a. Guthrie.

Walking thru the forest at night,
thru the pathway without any lights.
leaves brush against my face,
with my heart pounding as the shadows give chase.

i run,
i hide.
it envelopes my soul and seeps right inside.
as my senses awake,
my heart feels like its been driven thru by a stake.

the pain,
the agony.
the feeling in me,
begins creating a scene.

my heart yearns..
it yearns to be loved,
by someone like you.

Haha.. It ISNT written for me, i just pestered him to write a longer poem after he uttered the first two lines..