DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I hope you like my poetry. I'm sorry if it makes you cry. Enjoy.


What pushed him to die?

I mean, I was about to let my voice fly.

I still can feel his soft white hair,

And his smooth skin so fair.

I kiss his cold forehead,

As he lies on the lonely bed.

I try to stop the tears,

But I can't stop my fears.

What can I do?

I don't have a clue.

If I can have you here,

I will have to meet you there.

I won't let you leave me.

I will go so I can see.

That way we will be together, free.