Number 7! My lucky number!
Not to mention your special number.
You got that right!
Why is it your special number again?
You know why.
Is it because you were 7 when I entered your mind, forever trapped until you find true happiness?
That, and…other stuff that's a bit too personal.
…Ah, I see. Well then, shall we continue?
Yes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Simple as that.
Superheroes
Written by: Tifa
We travel the world fighting off evil.
People look at us as heroes.
We act as the hammer striking the anvil.
People look at us as heroes.
We go from town to town, helping those in harm's way.
People look at us as heroes.
Even if we live our lives as normal as day.
People still look at us as heroes.
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But what makes a hero
A hero in the first place?
Is it being able to wield a sword
Twice your size with simple grace?
Or is it to have magical powers
Because you are of an ancient race?
Or being able to kick someone
So high to send them to outer space?
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Heroes are not born
Heroes are not made
They sleep inside all of us
Waiting to be awaken
And they will do what needs to be done
In order to defend those we love
Because that's what a hero is
And that's what a hero does
Hero in all of us…
That would be me!
Shut up! You can't even save yourself from being owned by me!
Touchy, touchy.
Sorry…this number is bringing back…memories.
Hmm…
I apologize in advance if this poem seems too weird. I was just trying a different format. And I'm sorry if you wanted funny commentaries and ended up with this crap.
Who are you calling crap?
Us.
…oh…
Owned.
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