INFATUATION
These are some poems that I wrote years ago, around age 17-18.Covering a year's span, it is an account of unrequited love. My infatuation for a boy named Jason. * Sigh* you never really forget your first love.
These poems can easily be adapted to Kitty. Since there are no names mentioned, it could any pairing you want, a Lancitty, Kietro, Kurtty ..or even Kitgan = Kitty/Logan. It can be anyone!
Disclaimer=I don't own the X-Men. I do own the poems though.a pity they arn't worth a dime.
Ch.1 What Is this Thing?
"Kitty, go to sleep already! Why are you still at that desk?" Rogue nearly shouted at her roommate. You can't really blame her; it was 12:27 at night. "I'll get in bed as soon as I finished this poem Rogue." Kitty yawned, "I want to finish it while it's still in my head."
"A poem? You're keepin me awake for a poem?" Rogue could not believe it. "It better be good! "
"It is Rogue, it's about him." "Well you better let me read it, after all it's the least you can do after keeping me awake." " Like, ok already. I'm finished."
What is This Thing?
What is this thing that I feel?
I'm not quite sure how to describe it
When I see him I get all excited
I blush, I stammer, my heart beats faster
When I have the chance to talk to him
I don't know what to say, then or after.
What is this that I feel?
I'm not quite sure how to describe it
When I see him in the halls
I want to stand there forever
With my eyes on his, and his on mine
I still don't know what to say, then or after.
These are some poems that I wrote years ago, around age 17-18.Covering a year's span, it is an account of unrequited love. My infatuation for a boy named Jason. * Sigh* you never really forget your first love.
These poems can easily be adapted to Kitty. Since there are no names mentioned, it could any pairing you want, a Lancitty, Kietro, Kurtty ..or even Kitgan = Kitty/Logan. It can be anyone!
Disclaimer=I don't own the X-Men. I do own the poems though.a pity they arn't worth a dime.
Ch.1 What Is this Thing?
"Kitty, go to sleep already! Why are you still at that desk?" Rogue nearly shouted at her roommate. You can't really blame her; it was 12:27 at night. "I'll get in bed as soon as I finished this poem Rogue." Kitty yawned, "I want to finish it while it's still in my head."
"A poem? You're keepin me awake for a poem?" Rogue could not believe it. "It better be good! "
"It is Rogue, it's about him." "Well you better let me read it, after all it's the least you can do after keeping me awake." " Like, ok already. I'm finished."
What is This Thing?
What is this thing that I feel?
I'm not quite sure how to describe it
When I see him I get all excited
I blush, I stammer, my heart beats faster
When I have the chance to talk to him
I don't know what to say, then or after.
What is this that I feel?
I'm not quite sure how to describe it
When I see him in the halls
I want to stand there forever
With my eyes on his, and his on mine
I still don't know what to say, then or after.