This will be a series of poems, probably three 'cause that's what I've already got written... All of them fall into to pairings : Kinda fluffy GrimmUlqui or pretty dark, evil, hateful AiUlqui...I kinda toture poor Ulqui-chan... I don't even know why... Then again, I have always ad the tendency to torture the ones I love the most... ( feel bad for my future children?)
Pretty, Perfect, Porcelain Doll
#1: Ulquiorra's Colors
Ebony hair,
Ivory skin,
Emerald eyes,
Tourmaline tongue.
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So perfect,
So flawless,
So beautiful,
So tantalizing.
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Pretty, perfect, porcelain doll,
Oh, how fragile you look.
(It's deceiving)
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Soft ebony silk
Framing that face
Marked by those sorrowful jade tears.
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Pure ivory glass skin,
Breakable, yet not
(Or is it?)
Marked by the sign of the fourth
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Emotionless emerald eyes
(Show some feeling!)
Giant glowing orbs
Pools of green I lose myself in so often…
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Lovely tourmaline tongue
Delicious and pink…
Why do you only use it on him?
(Share with me)
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Pretty, perfect, porcelain doll
How I wish you were mine…
(Why aren't you?)
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Instead of loving me,
You love him….
That despicable chocolate-haired demon…
(Why?!)
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That self-proclaimed god
With a superiority complex
You're his little slave.
(Don't be)
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Don't you see?
(Please do!)
He's using you
And your colors….
(They'd look better with mine…)
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Pretty, perfect, porcelain doll,
Why don't you realize what you're doing?
(Please… see what's really happening…)
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Ebony hair,
Ivory skin,
Emerald eyes,
Tourmaline tongue…
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Raven black,
Sheet white,
Forest green,
Bubblegum pink…
(Beautiful)
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Ulquiorra,
Keep your colors away
Away from the man of deceit,
The color of mud…
(Before he steals them from you…)
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I see you stagger,
Going back to your room,
But you collapse…
I catch you
(He's hurt you again)
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You're covered in blood,
The scarlet shielding Ivory from sight.
(Why didn't you hear my warning?)
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He's replacing your colors,
One by one he'll destroy the originals…
Ivory's already dead.
(No…)
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Your ebony is fading,
Turning gray,
Your torture by his hand will be your demise…
Ebony is dead.
(No.)
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Your emerald's growing dull,
Your eyes half-lidded
It won't be long until those orbs are vacant…
Emerald is dead
(No!)
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Your tourmaline is concealed
Your mouth closed,
Death's too close for comfort…
Tourmaline is dead.
(NO!)
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Pretty, perfect porcelain doll,
Why did you have to die?
(I love you)
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Pretty, perfect, porcelain doll
I'll make sure that demon pays.
(I love you)