Warning: Crappy poetry and tabloidshipping if you cover one eye and squint with the other. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugioh.
Authoress Note: Wow. Old work is really old. This is the oldest thing I've written still saved on my computer. Let's pretend that it's in (older) Mokuba's POV, though it never states any names. Kay? Kay.
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They say you're cold, inconsiderate, and inhumane.
Are you merciful just to me?
You try to keep a barrier around your heart.
Does it break just for me?
You try to not show any emotion,
But I see an ocean of rage, a dessert of grief and a mountain of love.
Is that mountain just for me?
You're at the cliff of the ocean.
What will you do?
Abandon your emotionless pride and call for help?
I may not always be listening.
Or will you fall?
I may not always catch you.
Sometimes I'm calling.
Are you listening?
It may be that I'm falling.
Will you catch me?
I want to protect you.
Will you let me?
I want to love you.
Are you able to love back?
People say you're cold, inconsiderate, and inhumane.
Is that true? No, it's not.
Your barrier is crumbling.
The nature of your emotions is becoming untamed.
You're at the cliff of the ocean of rage.
You call and I'll hear you.
You fall and I'll catch you.
And I know you would do that for me.
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Authoress Note: Soyeah. I think it's pretty good considering I wrote it like three years ago. xD
Review, pls?