Me: Why is it I find that my pain and suffering is my strongest and best muse? I hate myself for it sometimes.
Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon that right goes to gamefreak. I just own my poem
Me: enjoy the fruits of my pain.
Weakness or strength?
I stand and watch you from a distance
Never knowing that I loved you so
But when he came along it destroyed my world
No never once did I get a glance like you did with him
Maybe I should have seen it coming the day you and him
The paw-fasting a day I truly felt sorrow
You still wore the scarf I made you but had the ring he made
Within my heart I knew I stood no chance.
I was a disaster waiting to happen you was a goddess of love and compassion
He was a wielder of the strength I did not have nor the courage
To ask for your paw in mine
I guess he was the better mon in the end
I, a coward could never again
Grace my presence amongst yourself
A peasant in the court of a goddess
The team would scorn me if I dare
The years grow by into sweet winter
Me and him standing at your grave
Finally coming to agreeance
Abut our love for you.
Me: like I said why is it when I'm in sadness my true talent shines? Anyways R&R.