A/N: Hello! Look at me updating on time. ^^
I'm trying something new today. I found a poem idea in my ideas document, and decided to write it out. If poetry isn't your thing, sorry, but I had a blast writing it, so thanks for humoring me.
We hit 18,000 views recently on this story. I'm continually amazed people are still reading and reviewing, so thank you all very, very much. X3
Episode: None
Rating: K+
Warnings: Angst, mostly
Inspiration: The song Soldier, by Fleurie, which I really, really don't own, and you should go listen to. It fits in pretty much any fandom, and is generally a fabulous song, dark and quietly story-spawning.
Be the reason someone smiles today! :) And if you have a sec, I'd especially love to hear what you think of this foray into poetry. If people like it, I think I could do more, so let me know. :)
Sometimes
Chase tiptoes around
his own mind.
He wishes he could
let his emotions run away
riot wild and free,
but he can't.
Spike is lurking,
mustn't wake the beast.
.*.
Sometimes
Chase has to run
away from problems
so people don't get hurt.
It feels cowardly,
even with his perfect logic.
But Spike is lurking,
mustn't wake the beast.
.*.
Sometimes
Chase has to wonder
what parts of him
are even real.
He's crafted a web of lies,
endless misdirections
to keep Spike confused,
safely caged.
If only he could be genuine.
Yet Spike is always lurking;
mustn't wake the beast.