This is a poem for Kyo
This is a poem for Kyo! YAY THE OUTCAST!! I don't own fruits basket or kyo.
Life was never fair
For someone like me.
Always shunned
My mother died
Because of me but
Where was my father?
Always going to feel the pain
So damn hard,
Couldn't stand it anymore.
It's not my fault!
How can't you see?
The rat is at fault,
Not I!
Until the day
I broke the roof
And her smile
Broke through my
Concrete-brick heart.
I will repeat and repeat
Any action, any saying.
Her laugh will always make me happy.
And when I'm old and shriveled
Alone in that hole forever,
Her laugh and her memory
Is all that will make me last.
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