MysticalDreamer: I really should change the title of this...Its no longer
just one poem..anyway~ I hope you like this one. It has to do with the
episode "Speak Like a Child". Faye's POV. Enjoy.
I don't own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing poetry from the characters POV. I would be working on a new season!! YAY!!
Speak for Me
by Faye Valentine
Its not what I expected
That package.
So I ran away
Thinking it was an unpaid debt
Or a bomb maybe.
Coming back, they figured it out
Spike, Jet and Ed
Wouldn't let me see it without paying.
So I walked away.
But curiosity got the better of me
I snuck back and watched.
And what I saw-
Words can't capture it.
It was me
A younger me
In my hometown, with my old friends
In my own house.
She, or myself, talked to the camera.
Talking about things.
The more I watched
The more sad it made me
Because I couldn't remember
Anything.
Not a single moment.
It was my life
Yet I couldn't remember.
I felt like crying.
She was me,
She spoke for me.
And it makes me sad
That I can't speak for her
Or even for myself.
Only because I don't know
What she's, or I'm, talking about.
Somebody speak for me
Because I can't.
Tell me what I've lost.
I feel bad
She keeps saying "Don't Lose Me!"
But I already have
Speak for me?
MD: .... well? was it really bad? so horrible that you won't be able to go to sleep tonight? does it even make sense to you? review? please?? oh yeah and i know it doesn't rhyme but I hope you liked it anyway..
I don't own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing poetry from the characters POV. I would be working on a new season!! YAY!!
Speak for Me
by Faye Valentine
Its not what I expected
That package.
So I ran away
Thinking it was an unpaid debt
Or a bomb maybe.
Coming back, they figured it out
Spike, Jet and Ed
Wouldn't let me see it without paying.
So I walked away.
But curiosity got the better of me
I snuck back and watched.
And what I saw-
Words can't capture it.
It was me
A younger me
In my hometown, with my old friends
In my own house.
She, or myself, talked to the camera.
Talking about things.
The more I watched
The more sad it made me
Because I couldn't remember
Anything.
Not a single moment.
It was my life
Yet I couldn't remember.
I felt like crying.
She was me,
She spoke for me.
And it makes me sad
That I can't speak for her
Or even for myself.
Only because I don't know
What she's, or I'm, talking about.
Somebody speak for me
Because I can't.
Tell me what I've lost.
I feel bad
She keeps saying "Don't Lose Me!"
But I already have
Speak for me?
MD: .... well? was it really bad? so horrible that you won't be able to go to sleep tonight? does it even make sense to you? review? please?? oh yeah and i know it doesn't rhyme but I hope you liked it anyway..
