Sword Lady- Hello! It's been a while since I've put anything up. And this
is the direct result of a boring physics class. If you can't get who this
is about.........I have nothing to say in your defense. It should be obvious.
This is dedicated to Shadow Cat 17 (Cat in my inputs) because she (in
another dimension) was this person's twin. This is a serious Fruits Basket
poem, so don't look for humor.
(Sitting) In the Dark
I sit here in the dark,
As people pass by in an arc.
I'm nothing more than a broken soul,
One that was never whole.
You all fear my piercing gaze,
And think your life is such a maze.
The burden calls me every morn,
It's been this way since I was born.
Head of the cursed I was to be,
But they never asked it of me.
No one know this curse's pain,
No more than this falling rain.
It's I alone who bares it all,
So you are at my beck and call.
I will die so you can live,
All so blind to what I give.
To be cursed, as if you know,
You come, you ask, and then you go.
All alone my life will be,
This must be what fate decrees.
Some day soon I will die,
And not one of you will cry.
"Never mind the curse's head,
His only use is to be dead."
I never asked to be the chosen,
No more than your hearts be broken.
So it goes on, this useless task,
And so you do just what I ask.
My life is full of endless pain,
I make sure to be your bane.
And so I sit here in the dark,
As you pass me by in an arc.
Cat- She's typing it at my house!!!!!!! *sticks out tongue* Look!!
Look!!! I'm reading it first!!! Stucks to be you and you all better
review! Hey that rhymed!
Cat's Mini-Review:
I want to be the first reviewer so to insure that I am I'm putting my
review here!!! This is such a good poem!! And Now I am officially your
1st reviewer!!!!!!!! *big smile*
is the direct result of a boring physics class. If you can't get who this
is about.........I have nothing to say in your defense. It should be obvious.
This is dedicated to Shadow Cat 17 (Cat in my inputs) because she (in
another dimension) was this person's twin. This is a serious Fruits Basket
poem, so don't look for humor.
(Sitting) In the Dark
I sit here in the dark,
As people pass by in an arc.
I'm nothing more than a broken soul,
One that was never whole.
You all fear my piercing gaze,
And think your life is such a maze.
The burden calls me every morn,
It's been this way since I was born.
Head of the cursed I was to be,
But they never asked it of me.
No one know this curse's pain,
No more than this falling rain.
It's I alone who bares it all,
So you are at my beck and call.
I will die so you can live,
All so blind to what I give.
To be cursed, as if you know,
You come, you ask, and then you go.
All alone my life will be,
This must be what fate decrees.
Some day soon I will die,
And not one of you will cry.
"Never mind the curse's head,
His only use is to be dead."
I never asked to be the chosen,
No more than your hearts be broken.
So it goes on, this useless task,
And so you do just what I ask.
My life is full of endless pain,
I make sure to be your bane.
And so I sit here in the dark,
As you pass me by in an arc.
Cat- She's typing it at my house!!!!!!! *sticks out tongue* Look!!
Look!!! I'm reading it first!!! Stucks to be you and you all better
review! Hey that rhymed!
Cat's Mini-Review:
I want to be the first reviewer so to insure that I am I'm putting my
review here!!! This is such a good poem!! And Now I am officially your
1st reviewer!!!!!!!! *big smile*