Me: Here is a short Ikarishipping Poem. Paul has been removed from the room for
this one.
Dawn: Good. He is rude.
Me: I'll do my own disclaimer. (Clears thought)
Paul: VolknersGirl doesn't in ANY way, shape or form own pokemon. THANK-
Me &Dawn: DON'T! (Jumps on Paul.)
Dawn: Ha! He didn't say it!
Me: Lets get up now. (shuffles and stands up.)
Paul: GOD!
Me & Dawn: (groans!)
As he whispers to me in the darkness,
His breath the smell of mint,
His violet bangs brush my cheek as my blue hair sways in the breeze,
We gaze at the sky begging to change as the clouds roll, in silence,
The storm as begun, the rain starts to fall,
He helps me up and we run to the wall,
The thunder clashes,
And lightning flashes,
He comforts me in a gentle tone,
As the wall we are near begins to groan,
All the comforts of sunset are gone with the wind,
As sudden as it came it has stopped,
He turns to me with concern in his eyes,
As if afraid that I had died,
I implied I was fine,
and I turned on a dime.
He in turn shielded his love,
As I turned up to look up above.
He leaned down,
As I fell to the ground,
His hand on my cheek,
His hair very sleek,
He leaned in,
And I felt his chin,
As his lips met mine,
I knew I would shine,
As we broke apart,
I knew he would dart,
As I lay alone,
My face obviously shone,
And I felt on my lips the slight taste of mint.
Dawn: (sigh) that was romantic.
Paul: was not.
Me: shut up!