Disclaimer: I do not own Mai Hime.
She looked outside her window,
As if looking for a familiar face,
Tears slid down her cheeks,
While she remembered a faint memory,
Of a time when everything was good.
Slowly depression took a hold of her,
And loneliness became an ally,
Anger became her friend,
Then hate consumed her mind,
She started to ignore everything around her,
And despised those that tried to help.
She was alone.
Separated from the path of hope,
Never expecting a purpose,
To bring her back to the light.
But someone invaded her loneliness,
And took control of her thoughts,
Slowly the icy walls melted,
And her heart began to thaw,
Her feelings opened up,
Little by little,
Until she became vulnerable,
To the one that became,
Her most precious person.
Every night she became filled with dreams,
Of the one that holds her thoughts strongly,
And every day without knowing it,
She found herself inside the room,
Where they would have intimate conversations,
That everyone jealously wanted to hear.
Then rumors began to float,
And every day she was in denial.
She was confused about the way she felt,
Her thoughts and emotions perplexed her,
She tried to stay hollow,
But her heart always betrayed her.
Unknowingly she began to fall in love...
Still in denial,
Still in denial,
But slowly accepting the feelings that came.
Secretly, she loved the way her named was called:
Syllable-by-Syllable
Strongly filled with a calm Kyoto-ben accent.
Or the moments when she was caught by surprise,
Their skin barely touching,
Causing a blush to form on her face.
Or the way her neck tickled when it came into contact,
With the president's lust filled breath.
From the warm husky breathing,
Comes a soft-spoken comment,
Lightly under toned with another meaning,
Then a blush of realization,
With a string of obscenities.
Her life changed.
Slowly, but surely.
She became dependent on that voice.
Filled with care and laughter,
And the autumn glazed eyes,
That was indifferent to others,
But was rich with joy and warmth,
When faced towards her.
Her feelings became stronger,
And she made a promise.
That if any liquid came from those
Autumn filled eyes,
Heaven was going to pay dearly.
Author's Note: Hey guys. Found this poem randomly scattered in my emails when I was cleaning it up. It's one of my older poetry works. Thanks for reading! :D BTW...this new formatting is a pain...