Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NABARI NO OU, but I can dream...
Yoite
A tall slender figure
clad in all black,
except for his light brown gloves
and hat.
He should have been my enemy,
but he became my friend,
because of those lonely eyes.
His dark blue eyes,
they tell the story of his suffering.
His words, just as icy as my own,
broke my indifference,
I promised I would help him fade,
I promised to erase him,
but now I don't want to him to go.
Author's Note: This is one of the few poems that I've written that I'm actually proud of. I actually wrote this back in May and I recently re-discovered fanfiction and decided to upload this.