Well, I wrote this for one of the many stories that I'm writing, but I don't know if I'll ever post it. It isn't coming along as I wish it too. If it is ever posted, the story will be under 'i'. This is from Jou's POV, by the way.
The Friendship Muse
She strings her harp
Fiddle of hearts
Cold, crystal eyes look on
And gloat
claiming not to need
What the
Friendship Muse
claims as vital
But i know, and so does
You
We're not so different
You and i.
Not so different
Not at all
