Her name was Tohru
She was my match in every way,
By beautiful Cinderella dancing in my arms
Like no one else was in the room.
No matter what anyone said
She would keep smiling.
Even if her best friends offended her
And all hope was lost of ever forgiving them
She was would forgive them.
She was so simple.
She laughed when she was happy
And she cried when she was sad.
I wished I could be like her.
Maybe it was the fact that she was so simple
That made her so difficult.
I couldn't make out her feelings
And even I,
The silent Rat,
Was held responsible for her leaving.
How could I have been so stupid to the Onigiri?
The clock struck midnight,
And my Cinderella an from the ball,
Leaving me with nothing but a small piece of evidence
That she ever existed.
No one misses her more then I.
Her name was Tohru
Author's note: My fifth poem! REVIEW, please, so I will know if it sucked