Disclaimer: I don't own anything, nothing from BtVS is mine……but if the PTB wanna give me something, Spike would be much appreciated :), I'd take good care of him
Author's Note: This little poem was inspired by the events in season six, Buffy returning from the dead – doesn't feel like she belongs, but can't share it with her friends, only with Spike she feels she can be honest with
Feedback: uhmmm…. yes, please, please… I mean, sure if you insist :)
Belong
She has not worn a smile in time,
for glee won't match the dead,
and dead was what she felt inside,
since they brought her back,
her paradise again now lost,
grounded in hell instead.
Among them now, those she once knew,
but knows she can't belong,
for all they are, she ain't no more
the one who's once been strong,
though they can't see
that they've done wrong
And she won't tell, 'cause they can't know,
she flees and seeks relief,
away from all the light and shine,
in the only arms that know her grief,
to ease her pain,
'till once again she can leave
Though it's not peace,
for all he is and all she hates,
the darkness he reveals,
she's now the same and shares his fate,
and he's been waiting all the time,
to accept his mate
Now every night he pays the price,
stays bruised by her side,
and bears this love for none to see,
until it will subside,
he knows the truth,
but hope still lives inside