*nothingtodo rubs hands nervously in an attempt to explain things* Okay.... how do i start? Let's do it Q & A way.
Q: Why aren't I updating my other fics?
A: Because my floppy disks went berserk (all three of them) and i couldn't open the files.
Q: So why are you posting this thing again?
A: Because, um, well, this is supposed to make up to my late posting. I didn't realise it then, but this poem does have something to do with Poor You (if you've read that fic). So think of it as a side fic/poem to compensate for my other fics, okay? *looks hopefully* I dunno when I'll be able to post the other chapters, but it's coming (that at least, I can guarantee! Ha ha!)
The Cure
Things are not well,
I can see.
The signs ooze out
by the way you move.
Rigid jerks of your body,
That forced smile,
frozen between your cherry cheeks.
-Signs-
no one but me can see.
I know the cure.
Don't you know that I've noticed,
that everytime you're down,
here you'll come.
You seek me.
From afar, you watch my antics.
I've been watching right back.
The your lips curve,
as I put the ball through the hoop.
This time, genuine.
Your eyes dance in humour,
laughing,
as I get into my usual scuffle with the do'aho.
The stiffness of your body language,
gradually relaxes, softens
like pooling wax.
I make you happy.
And at the same time, unbeknown to you,
you make me happy.
Now here you are again,
standing by the entrance,
seeking refuge.
Your eyes are downcast.
I know the cure.
Look at me,
and you will find it.
I was deleting and cleaning my folder when i came upon this, and it strangely reminded me of Akima and Kaede. ^_^ Don't you think so?