A/N: Random mini poems I came up at the top of my head. Enjoy... (Or not)
A fair comrade, one who was strong, one who had faith, one who had will.
Her devotion, just for one captain—he, a broken man, ponders if he deserved such love, such care.
Love in this world—it is truly a beautiful but tragic feeling.
How does one define her hair—red, orange, brown-ish, amber, copper?
It's a fairly short length, just like her height (not to mention the height of Levi's) and it radiantly shines as it bathes in the UV rays of sunlight.
If only he had the courage to tell her how radiant she is—was...
The temptation kills him—longing for what was overdue.
Do it! his mind mind but conscience told him not, though his lip's hunger remained unsatisfied.
Her delicate peach lips, left ajar—questioning him of why he stared at them with such... passion—he wonders if it wasn't too much to ask for a kiss.
Death was cruel. Awful. Dreadful. Absolutely terrible, especially when Levi had to experience the aftermath of her's.
What is this feeling? It's so familiar. I've felt it before, the sounds of a shattering a heart growing stronger—louder. Is this my heart? Is this how I feel when I look at her?
How I feel when my eyes catch sight of her frail, broken body?