A/N: Okay, I hope you apprecieate my attempt at good poetry. I love to write poems, this is the first time I've used one for a story.
Zuko: Yah, and it smells like my sweet sweet hair. starts to sob My poor poor hair! So miserable, so sad!
Iroh: Yo, Zuzu, lighten up a little, won't ya?
Me: Who are you and what have you done with the real Iroh?
Iroh: Dunno.
Toph: I can see clearly now, the rain has gone...
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
This has been an episode of- Avatar: an alternate universe.
Chapter Five: In your eyes
Zuko:
I think a thought that scares me,
I think of something new,
I know it deep withing my heart,
I know I want to be with you.
It's something I cannot deny,
and yet I know I must,
for as I look into your eyes,
the thing I do not see is trust.
Katara:
I look into,
your golden eyes,
and most of what I see is lies,
but I hear a voice that calls to me,
just who it is, I'll wait and see.
I see the scar that marks your face,
and I know it's not my place,
but I don't care,
and neither should you,
for the good I see in you is true,
but I know for now I cannot trust,
distrust I will,
distrust I must.
Zuko:
I see your hand,
it reaches out,
and I take it,
without a doubt,
for though we know,
it cannot be,
I give to you,
a piece of me,
in hope that soon,
you'll set me free.
Katara:
You take my hand,
I feel the flames,
and I douse it,
with the rain,
but it keeps burning,
on and on,
an everburning flame.
