This is just a little poem that I wrote for a friend who recently just came back from holidays.. as you can probably tell her OTP is PB&J (Gamzee x Tavros)
Please enjoy and I would love to have some comments so leave feedback down below! :D
Gamzee Makara, the highblood clown,
often remembered an orangey-brown.
Something that, not so long ago,
Filled his heart and helped him grow.
He must go and search for it now,
To stick with it, to take a vow.
Was it the slime that filled him with joy,
No.. he remembers more now, it was a boy.
With horns so large and beautiful thus,
Created by, one, sir Andrew Huss.
As he peered in the mirror, Makara sighs,
"wHo WaS iT wItH tHaT i ShArEd My PiEs?"
The gaunt reflection replies, "yOU, uHH,, sEE,
yOU SHOULDN T HAVE FORGOTTEN ME,,"
That voice was so familiar he thought,
Something was making him so distraught
He searched and searched throughout his room,
But nothing was taking away the impending gloom.
What was it exactly he was searching for?
The sadness wasn t just something he wore.
You see his life was already over, his body a soulless shell,
There wasn t any point in living if he wasn t here to touch and to smell
He figured that the point in life was to have your significant other But the one he lost, he couldn t let go, the one he called his brother
But really, the thing that was the final straw It made him lurch and his heart feel raw
There was one more thing with which he couldn t part There was no more adiosToreador to steal his heart