Guys this is my first fanfic
This poem is written by me.
One pleasant evening in Alice Academy,
Natsume is sitting under his favourite sakura tree with Mikan sleeping on his shoulder.
His thoughts(written as a poem)
Wherever I looked , I found darkness
From dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk
People around , gave nothing but pain
My heart experienced only sorrow.
Starring at the night's sky I awed,
At the wonderful sight of nature,
Hiding my emotions , blank faced
With no will to live,
No strength to survive,
I wondered why was I born
Without any destination,
Possessing the fourth type alice,
Roaming the gloomy streets as a black cat
With eyes full of loneliness,
Waiting for my death.
A day came in my life,
When a cheerful brunette,
Hopping and jumping , came to me,
Asking me to smile,
Always annoying with a loud mouth,
Slow pace dumb idiot.
However I enjoyed her company,
Never said it loud coz ego,
Killing time under my sakura tree.
I acted mean , flushed her with
Harsh words , to attract her attention.
I was afraid that , she too might be
Dragged into the same darkness.
Whenever she asked , do you like me
I said , I hate you dummy.
She cried , she retorted , fighting back,
I called her idiot,
She called me pervert.
Don't know when the spring came,
Bringing warmth , happiness,
Eyes full of hope,
Heart dwelling in love,
For her and only her,
Making me see the brighter side of life,
Slowly lightening my path,
She pierced through my soul.
I'm the darkness,
She's the light,
We doesn't belong to each other,
I thought.
Don't know when our paths crossed,
Showering me with light,
Breaking down the walls of darkness surrounding,
Well , she became my sun,
My light , my love.
Now I have a destiny , she's my destiny,
I have a will , will to live with her,
I have strength , strength to protect her,
Even at the cost of my life.
I burned the bastards,
Who tried to flirt with her.
That baka , with tears in her eyes,
Asked me,
Why do you do that always Hyuuga Natsume…
Under our favourite sakura tree,
I said , coz I love you Sakura Mikan.
With that he slowly closed his and drifted into sweet dreams with his polka.
So, how is it? Good? Bad?
please accepted.