Hi, yall! n.n I was in one of those moods last night, so I wrote a poem about Kikyou reflecting on herself. I know I suck at poetry, but it's much more fun to torture you this way than any way that might earn me physical retribution, muahahahahaha!!
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I look at her
And in her heart
I see myself
Alive, yet dead.
So I guess
That it must not
Be me at all.
Ami I really
Here, without me?
Yes, I suppose
I am still me
And I still feel
My love for you.
But are you still
That same person
I knew before?
It's as if you
Have gone away,
Stolen from me
By someone else,
Someone who is
Me, without me.
All my questions
Hang in the air
Fragile, and yet
So ominous.
Where have you gone?