Okay, so let's see here. The deal about the 15 reviews?
Shot.
Because I know that you didn't want to review, but I wanted to release. So screw it. Just review anyway. It will make me happy! And if you like this stuff, then you'll want more, right? And the happier I am, the faster I write! But no one really likes my crap, so who cares.
Anyway.
Sad and mushy Tamaki poem for you.
I do not own Ouran. I own this poem.
He's sitting in the window, his hair shines in the sun.
He's resting soft and sweetly, the hosting long, long done.
His eyes are blue and swimming with tears he'll never shed.
His hands are covered in the blood his heart has sadly bled.
He wants her to love him.
He wants her not to, though.
He can't decide his feelings.
Which way should he go?
He wants to hold her close.
He wants to push her back.
He's in love with his own daughter.
So cut the man some slack.
Tamaki Suou's waiting
on the decision he must make
Deciding what to leave
and deciding what to take.
Should he leave them as before?
Should he take his girl away?
If she doesn't know his feelings
can he live another day?
There's a limping in his step,
a shy smile on his face
he's got to take this love
at a little slower pace.
Pretending they're his family
is no longer enough
but breaking it apart
will be much more tough.
So "daddy's" deep in love
and "daughter's" on his mind.
Should he be selfish and love her
and leave the rest behind?
He's gonna have to pick.
He's gonna have to choose.
The king has now decided-
he will not, cannot lose.