So I was looking through some old poetry of mine and realized that some of it could totally be Tyka. All the poetry is my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade.
You actually see me,
Stripped down, bare to the core,
You see my soul.
No matter what mask, wall or defence I put up,
You gently pull it away.
To my surprise there is no judgement or disgust.
Only love in your eyes.
I don't see why,
This body is tainted, beaten, bruised, bloody.
My wings nothing but a crumpled mess of feathers,
You extend your hand into my isolate darkness,
Offer me love, hope, protection, a brighter future.
Do I leave the comforts of my dark sanctuary?
Do I risk trusting you with everything?
What if you leave?
What if you change your mind?
Somehow you read my mind,
You promise you won't.
I slowly accept your hand.
It's so warm,
I had forgotten what warm feels like.
Somehow your strength courses through my body,
You help me on my feet,
Taking a step I stumble,
Like lighting you're there.
You embrace me,
My entire body is warm,
You kiss me,
Lighting courses through me,
I stop bleeding.
You kiss me again.
Bruises disappear, scars fade,
Again and again we kiss,
The pain is now gone.
Unfortunately I do not have the power to read minds, so please send me a review letting me know what you think!