Life Is A Mystery
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
Sorry for making the prologue so short, but I don't want to give anything away.
Lavender.
That was the only word in the English language to describe the soft hue of the expensive canvas being held by slender fingers.
Paper.
Just paper, decorated with faded patterns and pictures.
Only paper, light and smooth.
Paper, in hand. Paper, from hand to hand.
Calligraphy, elegant and flawless.
Only words.
Only black ink.
I know how you feel
I'm sorry but it's real
I know your pain
like you have nothing to gain
and nothing to lose
but think before you choose
Emotions are blinding you
There is something you can do
Believe and have hope
And you will cope
with the hard times you're facing
Please stop pacing
In a dark and lonely room
Waiting for some doom
to sweep you away
Just accept you're here to stay
with me for now
I just won't allow
you looking so down
Flip the frown
Where's that smirky,
perky,
special guy I know?
I love him so...
Where could he be?
Oh, where are you, Kai Hiwatari?
Only a poem.
I like this version better than the earlier one. Please review! Things will make more sense in the first chapter.