Yami's koi: I'm almost giving up on my new stuff, but here goes: A poem or two. Written with Bakura in mind, but Ryou's 'writing' it. Hope you guys like, it's been a while since I've written anything like this… Umm… I'm not good at writing poetry… Please let me know how I've done…
He is the dark one.
I look into his
Eyes and see
Hell, deviant schemes
And sinful thoughts
Shaming my innocent ones.
He is the cool one.
His hair is pretty,
Designed to
Discredit me, his clothes
Snazzy and simple,
And still he outdoes me.
He is the hot one.
His ass is tight in
Skin hugging
Leather, denim and corduroy,
Eyes slanted intensely,
Not at all like my own.
I am the plain one.
My eyes bear no honest
Emotion;
I cannot plot like
He can, and I can't
Pull of style how he does.
Sometimes I wish I
Could be like him: Wish
I could speak
My mind, look pretty
Like he does, but then
The picture is ruined.
He does it again.
He takes my trust and
Tears it apart,
And I want to hurt
Him, tell him he's wrong,
But one look sways me.
Curse his beautiful
Looks and clothes:
Curse his well
Styled hair, and most
Of all, the little
Kisses that tell me he's done.