The Mundane Artist

Crumpled paper, You found a design.  Amidst the grass, I laid injured.  Instead of a rose,  you kept me inside. Inside a diary,  A diary of amore.  I was your most precious,  I was your first,  You decorated me, as your love.  Soon you were proud,  So you kept me in a frame,  For people to see, and for you to claim. Little did you know, your love had faded.  From personal, to public, It had all changed.  But you denied, you lied!  You left me in light, in dark.  Did you not think twice, what's in my heart?  I gave you something to love,  And you gave me pride.  Then a day came,  The frame fell.  You tried to catch me,  But i escaped.  It still pains me to think,  How it all changed; The day you removed me from your diary, You and I, died. 

I left home at midnight. I walked alone in the cool, dark night.  A rustle of leaves here; A step on twigs there,  I stopped and turned around to see if anyone was there.  You would imagine I would be afraid.  For the night was dark, and I was a lonesome girl without a destination.  They showed themselves after a few seconds, The ghosts of the night. "Where are you headed?" asked one ghost to my surprise,  "Nowhere in particular." said I.  "How do you think you'll get through this night? Aren't you afraid of the dark?"  I smiled, looked up, and said, "The stars." Before the dumbfounded ghosts could say anything,  I turned and continued my journey to somewhere.  *** "Don't go in there," a whisper I heard.  "Why not?" I asked. "It's a snarl!" urgency noted.  I smiled, and I entered. Oh so dark! I was blind with eyes.  I walked; I knew something...