A/N: Written in math. AGAIN. =.= Told from Light's POV.
Stand there in your
White long sleeves
Hands in pockets of
Your blue denim jeans.
I wish that I
Could read your mind.
If I did,
What would I find?
Love for me
From the start,
Or black hatred
To break my heart?
Don't think that you can read me.
I'll ask you not to try.
Don't wash away my feelings
And hang them out to dry.
I'd rather you not smile
Big and false so I can see it.
Because, goddamn it, I love you, okay,
So don't smile if you don't mean it.