Disclaimer: Okay, this is a BakuraxRyou poem. Those two do not belong to me, but the poem does. If Bakura and Ryou belonged to me, you know Bakura would have never lost to the pharaoh, and it would have focused alot more on him. Also, Ryou would always be in hot pants and a leather corset. Why, you may ask? Because he's hot, especially when crossdressing...at least in my opinion.
Anyways. I don't own Bakura and Ryou, I own the poem. You may use it, just ask me first and give me credit. I'm sorry about it if it sucks, or what ever.. I just had the urge to write.. So I did.
I sold my soul to this devil.
Because he doesn't care.
If I am tall or short,
If I am fat or thin.
He doesn't care,
How I do my hair,
As long as I am his.
I sold my soul to this devil,
Because he does not fear.
If I have killed a man or two,
Or a hundred here or there.
He graces me,
With his smiles,
And his generosity.
He never tells me who to be,
How,
Or when,
Or where.
He never tells me to be anything,
Except to be me.
I sold my soul to this devil,
Because he set me free.
My soul is owned by this devil now,
The devil that tells me kind things.
He smiles every time,
For he loves to hear me sing.
I sang this song for my devil,
Who's heart is as dark as can be.
His eyes are a rustic red,
From all the sin that he has seen.
He loves to touch me,
Where ever he can reach.
His fingers as cold as ice,
Which I can feel upon my skin.
His kisses ignite a burning flame,
Deep within my soul.
For you see I love my devil,
For all eternity.
I sold my soul to this devil,
Who is what I can never be.
Which is why I love this devil,
For he completes me.
My soul is owned by this devil,
He proves it with a key.
That goes to this collar,
He placed upon me.
My devil will always be here,
Unlike my family.
I know this for a fact,
That which you will see.
My devil will always be here,
Because he's bound to me.
I sold my soul to this devil,
Which he paid not with money.
He paid for my soul,
By giving me the world,
And a promises of honey.