One Evening's Masquerade
Notes: This poem is going to be primarily done in Misao's POV unless noted otherwise. If you have any questions or comments feel free to communicate them to me through the review option. Thank you and please enjoy my poemfic.
Disclaimer: Yet again, I stress that I do NOT own any of these characters portrayed here. I just
mess with them for the fun of it. :)
There! In that garden - I wait patiently.
Here! For my whole life - I wait patiently.
I listen for your approach - Approach me!
Take me, kisses that are and are not chaste;
My heart thunders with that thought, It's not free
From you grasp. No more I lay it to waste.
I want to keep that grasp and show you it.
Turning around, I see you standing there.
Nothing said - just stoically standing there.
My cheeks turn to great hot flesh as your eyes,
Those frosty blue razors, slash through my heart.
Tell him! Say that which causes those deep sighs.
Mischievious little imp, Play your part!
I wished for this, Proceed! Do not quit!
What scares me so? His stolid expression,
I wish you would change. Horrid expression!
My name- a question that came from your lips.
That's all? Waste your breathe not but waste your thoughts!
I wish I knew them. This as well, what strips
Away human emotions, and what knots
A girl's existance into that great task.
I shall do it; I'll shatter that damn mask!
