Author's Notes: A poem about Gaara, and his thoughts on Naruto after they met for the first time. It's a little crude, but this can also be used to describe his general outlook on people as they are. Aw, poor Gaara-chan! -glomps Gaara before he could fend her off with a kunai- -huggles-
Note: No rhyming, and this poem is in free-style. Gaara's POV.
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Coward
When
people describe themselves,
they only describe their faces.
Four
two. Blue eyes.
Spiky blonde hair.
No weight. No build.
The
height is to find where to put the face.
The face itself.
Is
expression the window to the soul?
Blue eyes and blond hair is
not expression.
Coward.