A short poem that Crispy wrote whenI was feeling particularily pensive. It's not very good, but this one would appreciate a review, perhaps...?

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Reflection: A Kamatari Poem.

I wonder, dreaming, every night,

how things would have been, Had I never met you.

Things pass to, and from my sight.

This world is split 'tween black, and blue.

What is it I can see in your amber eyes?

I am torn apart (by) my great desire.

Each second that I think, gives rise

To a fierce and noble fire.

Why must no-one know, or see,

Just who I am inside?

Black, or blue, I am still me,

Not crushed by foolish pride.

I'm wishing now that I never knew you,

Never hearing your masculine voice.

No-one listens, to hear my point of view,

On my first, and most valuable, choice.

The one you say you love, can she be true?

Or, as false all else have been?

Can she ever be good enough for you?

Though all I long for truly, the touch of your delicate skin.

Can I ever surpass what you see, to appear better in your eyes?

As I look up now, the skies are clouded, but, like my life, shall long remain starry.

Though now is the time to say our goodbyes,

You will remember me, the Great Scythe, Honjou Kamatari.

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Pretty sad poem, that's all I can say. Please leave me a review? I may be adding more random poems to this page sometime...

-Crispy (A.K.A. Burntupoldsausage)