Bound to Paris
Summary: Kyouya muses about his feelings for Haruhi.
A/N: I just got myself a new pair of glasses (and as if you care). It's such a pain that I have to wear them every time because I get all dizzy when I don't wear them on. Anyway, it's been a while since I last posted something decent. Exams are coming up again and I haven't reviewed any single shit for the upcoming hell. I wish it's already the end of the semester. *sigh* Please do enjoy.
"I have a life here in fanfiction where I try my best to entertain my readers."
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Your smile.
It's equally amazing
How you would make
Anyone fall for that
Majestic smile of yours.
One would feel enthralled
On how your eyes would
Reflect the happiness
As if nothing could go wrong
In this miserably cold world.
Your eyes.
Your gaze is indeed,
The most baffling of all.
I wouldn't know if you're thinking
about the big sale promo
On the mall near to your
Apartment building or if
You're wondering how it would feel
Like having a fridge
Stocked with ootoro.
You hover above me,
Your eyes playful and captivating.
And I smile.
You drop a kiss on my forehead
Before you head back
To the party and I resumed
On sipping the pink champagne
On my third flute. Tamaki asks you
For a dance and you accept.
I can't help but feel jealous,
Despite the fact of knowing
You're all mine.
Tamaki kisses your hand
And you give that same smile
That it almost pained me.
You hold my hand and I feel.
The warmth of it seeps through.
It's comforting to have you hold hands with me
And I almost wished it could last forever.
It hurt to think that it would never happen.
You tug the warmth out of my grasp
And a tinge on my heart worsened.
You turn your back on me
As you walk away
And you try to hide the tears.
I could see them all as you wipe them away.
You cry.
And the pain I feel is twice as yours.
I walk the opposite way
And the gap extends.
We both walk away from
Each other and you
Hold Tamaki's hand.
I reached the tarmac
And you weren't there.
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A/N: It's supposed to be poetry but it turned out to be quite literal rather than figurative. And it has no rhyme and pattern at all (though I've seen poems like these previously). I'm never good at poems, I tell you. It takes me about three hours to make a rhymed poem, mind you. That's why I prefer prose more that poetry. It gives me the creeps. But I'm trying my best.
Please do review. I appreciate it if you drop a few words of constructive criticsms or admiration (as if). Thank you so much.