Disclaimer: Me... no... own... bishounen... or anime... *sob*
Author's Note: Just to clarify the above, no, I am not a rabid fangirl. This poem is spoiler... ish. Um, don't risk it if you can't draw any meaningful conclusions from Nuriko + Out of Control Cart. Actually, I doubt it'd make sense if you *can't* draw conclusions from that. This was inspired by a little segment in a longer fic I'm working on... gotta edit and all that. The whole thing of saying it must be some girl who looks like her was drawn from experience, sort of. After someone I knew died I kept insisting that she'd walk in the next day and we'd say "but you're dead" and she'd say "it wasn't me, it was only some girl who looked like me" and we'd all live (emphasis on "live") happily ever after. Gee, everything I've posted here so far has been oh-so-cheery, hasn't it? Didn't know I was such a bundle of joy. God. I must reform. (Note the obvious sarcasm in the previous statement.)
Oh, and to avoid further comments about it... the lack of caps is intentional. It indicates speaking softly... sadness, being confused... stuff like that. Quietness. It's like, um, negative emphasis. Yes. So there. ^^;;;;
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Some Girl Who Looks Like You
lovely hair
pretty purple
soft and sweet
gentle to touch
and stroke
and tease
ignore the little smatters
imperfections
skull chips
fragments
blood
so much blood
and a pretty face
smile
oh smile for me
and blood
oh blood
it'll ruin your hair
pretty pretty hair
perfect violet
like sunset clouds
and midnight dreams
lavender silver
so sweet
so perfect
silky under my fingers
silky smooth
and blood
oh the blood
my clothes
the ground
you do make a mess
such a mess
used to be so pretty
put yourself together
like a puzzle
one piece here
another there
where's your face
did it fall off
where is it
can't be you
can it
it was some other girl
some other girl who looks just like you
she laughs the same too
and runs the same
and giggles and lives all the same
but she died
not you never you
you'll sneak into my room tomorrow
i'll say you're gone
dead and gone
with hair ratted up by too much blood
we'll have to cut it off from all that blood
clots are worse than knots
and you'll smile
and press a finger to your lip
and mine too
and tell me your secret
your dearest darkest secret
you didn't die
it was just some girl who looks like you
and you'll laugh and play
sweet and complete in your butterfly ways
because this is some doll i have
just a little doll
the toymaker broke
face shattered in
arms broken
everything open
and spilled
and red
so red
but
i don't buy it
you never died
it was just some girl
who looks like you
Author's Note: Just to clarify the above, no, I am not a rabid fangirl. This poem is spoiler... ish. Um, don't risk it if you can't draw any meaningful conclusions from Nuriko + Out of Control Cart. Actually, I doubt it'd make sense if you *can't* draw conclusions from that. This was inspired by a little segment in a longer fic I'm working on... gotta edit and all that. The whole thing of saying it must be some girl who looks like her was drawn from experience, sort of. After someone I knew died I kept insisting that she'd walk in the next day and we'd say "but you're dead" and she'd say "it wasn't me, it was only some girl who looked like me" and we'd all live (emphasis on "live") happily ever after. Gee, everything I've posted here so far has been oh-so-cheery, hasn't it? Didn't know I was such a bundle of joy. God. I must reform. (Note the obvious sarcasm in the previous statement.)
Oh, and to avoid further comments about it... the lack of caps is intentional. It indicates speaking softly... sadness, being confused... stuff like that. Quietness. It's like, um, negative emphasis. Yes. So there. ^^;;;;
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Some Girl Who Looks Like You
lovely hair
pretty purple
soft and sweet
gentle to touch
and stroke
and tease
ignore the little smatters
imperfections
skull chips
fragments
blood
so much blood
and a pretty face
smile
oh smile for me
and blood
oh blood
it'll ruin your hair
pretty pretty hair
perfect violet
like sunset clouds
and midnight dreams
lavender silver
so sweet
so perfect
silky under my fingers
silky smooth
and blood
oh the blood
my clothes
the ground
you do make a mess
such a mess
used to be so pretty
put yourself together
like a puzzle
one piece here
another there
where's your face
did it fall off
where is it
can't be you
can it
it was some other girl
some other girl who looks just like you
she laughs the same too
and runs the same
and giggles and lives all the same
but she died
not you never you
you'll sneak into my room tomorrow
i'll say you're gone
dead and gone
with hair ratted up by too much blood
we'll have to cut it off from all that blood
clots are worse than knots
and you'll smile
and press a finger to your lip
and mine too
and tell me your secret
your dearest darkest secret
you didn't die
it was just some girl who looks like you
and you'll laugh and play
sweet and complete in your butterfly ways
because this is some doll i have
just a little doll
the toymaker broke
face shattered in
arms broken
everything open
and spilled
and red
so red
but
i don't buy it
you never died
it was just some girl
who looks like you