AN: How come I always get inspiration for poems? I don't know. XP I just wish I came out with chappies as fast as I do these. I know I have a lot of updates I need to catch up on, so if I haven't read your new story or chappie update, I will…soon…Oh, and I'm pretty sure you can tell who is talking in this poem but if you can't figure it out, it's Kairi talking about Sora (though it's pretty obvious). XP

Aliasfan: Mr. Moogle has the day off today. So I'm here to tell you that I don't own Kingdom Hearts. By the way, KH2 is on my Christmas List! December 15th baby (or at least it was supposed to be. It might be in 2006 now) T.T

The Drawing on the Wall

Everyday I go there, to that little secret place

I sit there for hours; my eyes never leave your face

Carved into the wall by a rock in my small hands

You used to be right here, now you're off to other lands

Who is that little boy, that body of youth I once knew?

Your hair a dirty brown, your eyes an ocean blue

That way that you had, looking back to carefree days

Never a worry or care, a life of lazy ways

The songs you sang and the games that you played

The tales you told and the drawings you made

So full of innocence, your mind so young and pure

There was nothing in the world that you didn't know for sure

But everything changed on that day we can't forget

You had a new responsibility, a different mindset

You had to save so many worlds, you couldn't play around

I started to miss your voice, it used to be the sweetest sound

Now your voice is changing and you're getting taller too

And you're not quite the same boy I once knew

You're becoming a man and that makes me scared

This weight was thrown on you, you were never prepared

And neither was I, it all came so fast

The bond that we had, do you think it will last?

I loved the childhood you, but now I just don't know

You've grown up so quickly, I guess I'm just too slow

And these feelings that I have are getting me confused

I've never had them before, my heart I've never used

I don't want my life to pass me by, I'm sure you will agree

'Cause then that'd mean I'm giving up on all I used to be

I don't want to get older; I want to stay this way

If I could ask you who you'd rather be I wonder what you'd say

The silly boy who stole my heart and always flashed a grin?

Or the Keyblade master whose childhood fun is kept within?

Who are you supposed to be? Can I figure it out?

This mystery you've become has swallowed me in doubt

Now it all appears so weird; I don't even know you at all

And now it seems you've just become a drawing on the wall.