k, so i wrote this. ( i vixenrath ) and it was for english class. it's kinda funny 'cause i couldn't tell any of them that Ruwalk and Kai-Stern were both Male... as that's inapropriate for class. sorry if some of it is hard to understand. we were given 3 random words, and had to make it into a poem... and this is my end result... ENJOY! n,n

Hang- Up Song.

It was meant to be a happy meal

to encircle us with its arm;

to give us warmth; and for him to see just what I feel.

About his short white hair about his ears, his smile, bright and long

and the glint of love behind thick glass.

Then suddenly like war cries in my ears;

the phone did ring- shouting out to the masses

I knew what it meant, my dyeing hopes reflected in the mirrors

Of the hall to play upon my mind, and tear at me;

he was the one my heart adored, the one with the key-

now he's there to tease me and laugh at the "us" I thought I knew.

I hold the receiver, and dread the voice

that comes at me through the tunnel

of lies, despise, and sounds so moist

that I melt as I hear the words I dread from far within the funnel.

"I'm sorry Ru," he says;

"I'm too busy right now-

eat without me." cheerful; like sunny rays.

This was something I could not allow!

I was looking forward to tonight

I tried, and practiced to make it right!

Angry, I should just tell him off! Then I let my guilt take over.

"It's alright Kai, I understand."

I just said what I swore I wouldn't.

In the back I hear the band

he's with some one else I know it.

He doesn't love me any more,

so he lets me go while with another

and leaves me feeling empty, poor;

he was more to me then my brother!

I try to bring him back, I try to correct the wrong!

I feel the scales I sit on, and the other side's too strong.

It's pulled me down too far, a black abyss envelopes.

The line goes dead, the hum is not only in the phone

but in my ears as well,

I've let him go, denied- here- in my own home.

We've been together so long, how did I let us fail?

I listen to the Hang- Up Song, and drown in my own tears.

I let the phone fall from my nerveless fingers, and go off to my car,

I'm numb, and sore, my sobs reach my ears,

But fail to block the Song… how did we go so far

away from each other?

He's like the rest, all humans are a bother,

they play on your emotions so coldly.

I drive, no longer caring.

The Song still humming in my mind.

Who was he with? Just how were they fairing?

What happened to the one I thought so kind?

Was it someone that I knew, maybe even worked with at one time?

Was it the one with aqua hair?

Or the tall one, quite- like a mime?

Or even the one already married, but my love doesn't care?

How could they do this to me?

Did I deserve, it? Or was our love so hard to see?

I guess I don't care anymore.

I stop at a red, and see him siting there.

It's the mime, the one that scared me so.

How could he chose that over me? It wasn't fair!

Did he really stoop so low?

Twenty miles away, or was it more- I couldn't tell;

the tears helped me to loose count.

The Song no longer played, replaced now by a bell

it's wrought iron being my only mount.

The black below and above.

Just like the cheating heart of my love.

What more could I do?

Warmer then the arms of him

and more caring then his heart.

It coils about my shoulders; with its caring limb

and its sweeping pulse well known to those that have the art.

It wraps me in its dark folds

and lets me sleep in peace.

I can forget him here, as I rest and it holds

me tightly to it's chest, and I realize it's as soft as fleece.

I sigh, and close my eyes,

here I forsake his lies,

and wash-up, cold, upon the shore of despair.