Hetalia poems- chapter 1
Liechtenstein
Big Brother… why was he so possessive? I know that he only wants the best for me, but it can be a little overwhelming. Today, he caught me hanging out with Gilbert and now… well, I am grounded. I just hate it when he gets like this, it's like I can't have a real life other than him. Well, whenever he grounds me, I write morbid/depressing poetry, but mostly haikus. Well, here goes nothing:
1)When you are not here
I am forever falling
Into the darkness.
2)You now want me back
But I won't fall for the trap
We're spiders and flies
3)You keep calling out
Always wanting to hold hands
But they are poisoned
4)Deep, dark and morbid
Are those soulless eyes of yours
Marbles in a game
5)I am now waiting
For me to cry my eyes out
And then lose my soul
Wow. Those were really morbid. She thought that as she took her paper and ripped it in half. She then threw it into her fireplace and sat in her chair again, slumping. "When am I going to be treated the age that I actually am?"
