… I'm feeling rather inspired. Why else would this 'Sailor Moon' fic occur? ::Laughs:: No offense toward the true, hard core moonies out there… I was a moonie myself. Until, of course, I got into HP… Now I'm not into as many het couples as before. Weird, huh?

Dedication- To Jess-chan: You're keeping me sane! I really hope you're having fun in the Philippines! Shit, it's so frickin' hot up in there…

Disclaimer- Ain't I diverse? AWTR, HP, and PSSM… Hmmm… Sailor Moon STILL doesn't belong to me but to the great Naoko Takeuchi (hah, I still remembered her name! Cough up the dough, Second Guy ::Second Guy relunctantly hands her $500::)

Title- Would you love me?

Author- Mystic Rose

Rating- PG-13

Pairings- Uhhh, guess it'll be Usagi/Mamoru since that was my specialty before I turned into a Witch ^_~

Season- None in particular

Teaser- Poetry from Mamoru's POV. This is really gonna suck…

Chapters- 1

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Quote of the Day:

"What is popular is not always right, what is right is not always popular.' I read that somewheres…

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Foolish

Why did I do something as moronic as I did?

Saying your hair was childish was a fib

Poking fun at your grades wasn't right

So now all we do is bicker and fight

Would you believe me if I said I was enthralled?

That I regret that we never got involved?

You would laugh in my face or stare in shock

Thinking that my declaration was simply a mock

So you'd probably redden, teeth clenching, hands curved in a ball

And turn away angrily, not noticing my heart fall

Leave Me

I watch as the sun hits your sunflower hair

Knowing that our fights are never fair

I never meant to hurt you, yet I triumph in the end

And watch silently, as you run round the bend

Beautify the World

I watch mutely as you give a child your token

Though you two have never even spoken

His eyes widen in glee, surprise shimmering in his voice

As he sprouts out his thank you's, then plays a game of his choice

You smile slightly, watching him run off

And walk out of there slowly, voice still soft

As you tell me 'good-bye' and leave the shop

Though sometimes I wonder

It is forever?

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… That was totally lame. Excuse me while I hide in the background in my uttermost shame.