Misa
I think I know what makes you beautiful,
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And it's not your appearance,
Nor your fame. It's not the multitude
Screaming-- Not that your pictures fly off shelves, that
People watch your every move, hang off your every word,
Dream of, someday, meeting you.
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It's not those.
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Your love is what makes you beautiful.
Your every smile, tainted with hope,
You throw yourself at him, laughing
Tearstained, blood-soaked giggles,
Gasped from chapped lips,
Squeezed out of bloodshot, shinigami eyes,
On late nights, as Rem watches,
Forced to do nothing to help you.
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What makes you beautiful is that you do need him.
That, in spite of your fame, fortune, and glory,
Yours is a borrowed existence,
Reluctantly bestowed upon you
By your knight in shining armor,
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Light.