Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss
Velvet Diary
The wind blows through your chocolate brown hair,
You sit on the cold snow and don't seem to care,
Will you ever see my following eye,
The one that hold tears but refuse to cry,
You come to this park everyday,
You write in your diary the words you can't say,
I would like to hold you until your pain goes away,
The look of sadness in your eye's can't stay,
The violet velvet diary says what will make you smile,
I would run around the world one hundred times for you,
The slightest quirk would be worth the while,
A tear fell from your beautiful face and onto the violet velvet,
You lay the book on the white ground then your eyes fix on mine,
You see my leaning against the tree and your sadness seems to fade,
You reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a knife that I made,
You take it and shove it deep in your heart where all you feelings are held,
I run over to you and hold you in my arms and you point to your diary,
I read it to myself then read it aloud "I love you Farfie?"
I didn't know, how could it be, was I really too blind to see,
I look at the now red ground, before it is too late, I must show him now,
I leaned down and kissed him and he tried to respond,
But it was too late my precious Nagi was gone.
....... That was terrible I know. But hey! I am so bored! I am stuck here with my brother and his dorky friend. So I decided to write a poem. A
horrible one, but a poem. I put all the good poem writers to shame. Sorry. *walks away looking at the ground*
Velvet Diary
The wind blows through your chocolate brown hair,
You sit on the cold snow and don't seem to care,
Will you ever see my following eye,
The one that hold tears but refuse to cry,
You come to this park everyday,
You write in your diary the words you can't say,
I would like to hold you until your pain goes away,
The look of sadness in your eye's can't stay,
The violet velvet diary says what will make you smile,
I would run around the world one hundred times for you,
The slightest quirk would be worth the while,
A tear fell from your beautiful face and onto the violet velvet,
You lay the book on the white ground then your eyes fix on mine,
You see my leaning against the tree and your sadness seems to fade,
You reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a knife that I made,
You take it and shove it deep in your heart where all you feelings are held,
I run over to you and hold you in my arms and you point to your diary,
I read it to myself then read it aloud "I love you Farfie?"
I didn't know, how could it be, was I really too blind to see,
I look at the now red ground, before it is too late, I must show him now,
I leaned down and kissed him and he tried to respond,
But it was too late my precious Nagi was gone.
....... That was terrible I know. But hey! I am so bored! I am stuck here with my brother and his dorky friend. So I decided to write a poem. A
horrible one, but a poem. I put all the good poem writers to shame. Sorry. *walks away looking at the ground*