Once again a crappy poem about Jak that is soooo sad. Maybe it's not a poem but oh well.
"What are you looking for?"
Jack was still was bent over his rucksack. "Just a few coins."
"Why, do you have to get something?"
Jak walked to the door. "Just a few gifts."
"What do you need them for?"
Walking along the buildings Jak said "They're for my friends."
"Why do such a foolish thing?"
Jak stepped into the small shop "To have a good day."
What does it matter?
Carrying the packages in his arms, Jak said "Maybe just a few joyful events."
But why do you need it?
Jak walked in the broken and dirty streets. He sighed "For a few happy memories."
By the way, the italics symbolize Dark Jak talking. Anyway, reviews are welcome even if they are flames. And by saying my poems are bad is not to gain pity. I just want to write stuff. It sounds a lot better in my mind. You can look for my poems in other categories so check up on it often. Hope you like my writing. Kicho OUT!