A/N: This poem is connected to a sequel I have planned for the Sunstorm/Starscream series I wrote (I have to write another sequel before starting on the one connected to this poem). This one is in Sunstorm's POV.
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Vulnerable
You hate being vulnerable,
I've never seen you cry before.
Why won't you tell me what's wrong?
You won't look at me,
I've never seen you so nervous.
Why won't you tell me what's wrong?
You're stressed,
I've never seen you tremble before.
Why won't you tell me what's wrong?
You grab my servo,
I've never seen you look so scared.
Starlight,
It's okay to tell me what's wrong.
A/N: For those who haven't read the Sunstorm/Starscream fics I wrote, Starlight is Sunstorm's nickname for Starscream.
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