Okay this is a small story or poem because am not sure everything rhymes. But it came to me while I was waiting for school to let out. So I hope you guys enjoy it.
I've been doing a lot of thinking and maybe for Christmas, the Great Rumiko Takahashi will have mercy on me and let me have the rights to Inuyasha and co. but I doubt it though. So for now Inuyasha still doesn't belong to me.
Tomorrow
It would be a new day, the sun would shine and the birds would yip away in their heavenly melodies.
Tomorrow she would be back
He would see her glorious face.
Wrap his arms around her ever tiny waist.
Smell her wild driving scent.
Not to mention he would make her his again.
Tomorrow she would be back
He had been stupid to have let her go
But she had protested and whined,
Sat him to the very depths of his ego
Until he had said fine.
Tomorrow she would be back
For two days in a row
He had sat and waited,
Asking ever mighty God
To grant him the ever needed patience
Tomorrow she would be back
But he was going crazy
No one there to sit him
No one to make him Ramen
Tomorrow she would be back
He lingered by the well
Never put for a moment
His heart was starting to swell
Tomorrow she would be back
With the last of his patience gone
He muttered a curse
Screw tomorrow, he was going for her today!
And into the well he leapt
Today she would be back
So okay am not the next Robert Frost or any other great poet but hey you gotta start with something. Tell me what you think though
Sayonara