*~*What keeps us up?*~*
by: Ashley Mayfield


Disclaimer:  This poem was created entirely by me.  I don't know if there is a 
poem with that name.  If there is, accept my biggest apology.  I also don't own 
the characters.  Enjoy!
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It's been so long since I last saw you,
Saw your beauty, your face, your heart.
You left without a trace, without a note,
Pierced my heart, a dart.

So, what keeps us up?
We are constantly put to the test.
For what?  To see if we make it.
To see if we are truely the best.

You never got to hear me.
How I feel about you.
You never listened to me.
So, I was only feeling the blue.

So, what keeps us up?
The love of living.
The love of breathing,
The love of loving.

Finally, when I thought all hopes were gone,
You came back to me.
You told me you loved me.
This feeling, am I happy?

No, this isn't happiness.
This is love.
Now, you and I
Shall love each other like a dove.

So, what keeps us up?
The joy of seeing her pretty face.
The joy of seeing her beautiful red hair.
The joy of not being sprayed in the eyes by mace.

You said these exact words:
"Ash Ketchum, since we met.
I've loved you with my heart.
Now, I've won the bet."

I said these exact words:
"Misty Waterflower, will you be my wife?"
Then, the unthinkable of unthinkables happened.
Someone had carried a knife.

I ready to wince in pain,
But I feel no pain.
I see your bloody body
I try to save you, but in vain.

Now you have passed on
I cry with all my heart.
I miss you dearly
It feels as though I've been pierced with a dart.

So, what keeps us up?
Knowing our dearly beloveds are watching.
Knowing our dearly beloveds miss us.
Knowing our dearly beloveds, with us, are crying.

I know you want me to live,
But I can't stand the pain.
I grab a knife off the table,
And slit my vein.

Everything darkens
I can't live like this.
I know everyone will be sad.
I know it's us they will miss.

Now that we're together
Nothing's in our way
Let's cuddle together
And live the day.

So, what keeps us up?
The joy of those who love us.
I must close this book,
Or I will miss the bus.
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This was written in the Point of view of a close friend of Ash.  Then, in 
someone else's point of view.  I hope it was ok.  I cried while writing it.  
Untill next time, same pikatime same pikachannel.  Reviews would be deeply 
appreciated.  Peace!  \m/  (*.*)  \m/

--mistyandash4ever