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.
