Author's Note: This is definitely supposed to be simpler and shorter than my, "Bittersweet Passion", so I hope you enjoy "Amy's" spoken poetry she recites to...well, you. Amy's actually not lying about her feelings in this poem either, so it's not necessarily ShadAmy romance, unless your inner fan girl just can't help but see it as that, hehe.
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"With him, she's actually not in love
Because at night, she still cuddles her darling hero's stolen glove!
Her hero is everything a cute girl's future is made of!"
[Sighs dreamily]
"So to begin with, it's not like their eyes would ever meet
Maybe cross, but it would be brief
It's not like they would ever speak
Maybe cooperate, but not ordinarily
It's not like they would interact
Like he and that curvaceous bat
No, their friendship was disappointingly discrete
A glass half-empty,
Because he no longer remembered she
…Or so she believed
She threw fits and tantrums about how fate was so mean
Because on that Colony thingie, she'd made quite a feat
The fact that he had amnesia was ironically obscene!"
[Gasps melodramatically]
"What? No, It's not love, really!
Love only involves Sonie!
Uh, I mean...
...Oh dear me...
Look, it's just curiosity
To a, uh….certain degree
That other hedgehog's just so eerie, you see!
With his schizophrenic epiphany
With a backstory of trauma he hasn't been able to defeat
He talks with this gruff tone of speech
And sneers with a concrete hatred for reality
He masters both loyalty and disloyalty
Whichever brings him closer to the end of his, "What's the truth of me?" journey
Then there's his standoffish insecurity
That keeps him from using any chivalry before a lady
He only holds sincerity and obedience for little Marie…"
[Coughs nervously]
"Right, Maria that is, who might even be a false memory
Oh and he's not independent, he's just lonely!
But his intelligence is never offbeat
His voice is as ancient as the museum's antique
His wide vocab-ability is baffling
The bib of white unusuality on his black body
His fiery red hairstreak
His thick air of mystery
All adds up to a kind of…inscrutable yet charming uniquity
Against these qualities,
No one can compete
Not even her darling blue hero's feet!
No one can be this ridiculously complex, most certainly
So what had been Professor Gerald's secret recipe?
To have free-styled a humanoid artificiality?
Was it Professor Gerald's geniusity or insanity that made him so errorlessly?
Or was it the Aliens who thought manipulating him into destroying Mankind would be funny?
Does he ever sleep?
Does he even eat?
Do his wounds ever bleed?
Does he have hormones to get horny?
…Will he ever be happy?
….Is he destined to be incomplete?
...Is it just his heart that's in need?
…Is he externally sour, because he internally is sweet?
…What kind of oxygen does he breathe?
Because he's too different from the rest of their little elite
Whatever it may be,
She hates his mystique
Because the sight of him, the sound of him, begrudgingly,
Makes her knees weak."
[Laughs humorlessly]
"...A-Am I--erm, she a little too deep?
Because she's not in love, so to speak
She's weak because she's trying to figure him out so desperately!
Since at night it's Son--...ahh, her hero's name she would repeat!
But with Shad--AHEM--him, she was just...in curiosity
...Hey, are you trying to say this "she" is secretly me?!"
