This is just a poem based on Kyoya's emotions, but he releases it by a flute.
Kyoya: I play the flute now? When did this come about…?
Me: Well it did now, and lets just say you WILL ENJOY IT, agreed?
Kyoya: Um…
Tamaki: Just agree… she is as bad as you just agree…
Me: What was that Tamaki .
Tamaki (shivering): Nothing!
Me: Ok without further ado, lets start this… hold on I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS (I think everyone would wish that )
Kyoya sat down and played his silver flute,
Releasing his emotions, without a mute,
The mute destroying his cry for a smile,
Which soon should arrive, just in a while.
Kyoya plays his silver flute,
Showing the world the un-cute,
The un-cute of how his emotions show,
Show only when his talents glow.
Now Kyoya got bored of the silver flute,
Until his friends cancel the mute,
The mute of silence in the third music room,
Which was there, as silent as a tomb.
I hope you enjoyed it, I know its short but… I only had a few seconds.
Oh btw, I will be making a poetry based story about each host individually soon :)
Smartapple out!