My (Late) Valentine
Well, sorry for taking so long. (not having my own computer sucks ass)
Anyway, been working on makeup from my trip to Hell...ahem...Kansas, along with passing ideas for my 2 big stories on FF.NET. But first, here's my Valentine gift to a certain someone...someone who's much more beautiful than she could ever realize.(Good God, I hope this doesn't get me in trouble...)
Baiser de Ange:
Funny how it starts
Some random guy reading a Shaman King fic
Starting his friend onto fanfics
Suddenly, a reviewer who apparently loves wind
The author reads
Reviews
Suddenly, the reviewer who is now on the author's favorite list
A dispute
A shift of property makes the guy who started his friend onto fanfiction into the new writer of what his friend started
He changes it all, makes it his own
He asks the reviewer, no longer a lover of wind but a storm of light, for her blessing
She gives it him, after some convincing
He asks for more ideas
She gives them him
The two talk more
Slowly, the winds she loved change
And whether by circumstance or the will of God
The two become friends
Fate does have a strange sense of humor in the end
A sense of humor I will always be grateful to
For without that bizarre sense of humor
A lover of wind and a paladin of nobility would never have crossed pathes
And that paladin's life would never have changed
But change it did...
...and it was the best change he ever had in his life
She says she is unattractive
But I say quite differently
For I see more beauty in her soul and in her laugh
Than I could see in a thousand paintings from a thousand seas
She says she is naive
But from her I've learned more than any book could ever teach me
Her voice helped me through hell
And helped me find heaven
I owe her more than she will ever know
And no matter what she may say, no matter how many times she says it
She'll always be beautiful in my eyes
Baiser de Ange...
...Kiss of an Angel
La Fin
(Looks at poem for a bit) Jesus, I hope this doesn't warrant a restraining order...
Anyway, to the certain someone I mentioned, I hope you enjoy this poem of mine. And do excuse me if it creeps the hell out of you; sometimes when I write something like this, the words just flow out of me and logic goes the path of the T-Rex.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this work of mine, and I also hope you aren't horrified by it.
EDIT: Oh woweewowWOW was this bad. This is what happens when freeform poetry goes awry, man.
...Actually, it was all a lie. A lie I told cuz I was in love. Not anymore, so I can be as honest as I like!
Anyway, been working on makeup from my trip to Hell...ahem...Kansas, along with passing ideas for my 2 big stories on FF.NET. But first, here's my Valentine gift to a certain someone...someone who's much more beautiful than she could ever realize.(Good God, I hope this doesn't get me in trouble...)
Baiser de Ange:
Funny how it starts
Some random guy reading a Shaman King fic
Starting his friend onto fanfics
Suddenly, a reviewer who apparently loves wind
The author reads
Reviews
Suddenly, the reviewer who is now on the author's favorite list
A dispute
A shift of property makes the guy who started his friend onto fanfiction into the new writer of what his friend started
He changes it all, makes it his own
He asks the reviewer, no longer a lover of wind but a storm of light, for her blessing
She gives it him, after some convincing
He asks for more ideas
She gives them him
The two talk more
Slowly, the winds she loved change
And whether by circumstance or the will of God
The two become friends
Fate does have a strange sense of humor in the end
A sense of humor I will always be grateful to
For without that bizarre sense of humor
A lover of wind and a paladin of nobility would never have crossed pathes
And that paladin's life would never have changed
But change it did...
...and it was the best change he ever had in his life
She says she is unattractive
But I say quite differently
For I see more beauty in her soul and in her laugh
Than I could see in a thousand paintings from a thousand seas
She says she is naive
But from her I've learned more than any book could ever teach me
Her voice helped me through hell
And helped me find heaven
I owe her more than she will ever know
And no matter what she may say, no matter how many times she says it
She'll always be beautiful in my eyes
Baiser de Ange...
...Kiss of an Angel
La Fin
(Looks at poem for a bit) Jesus, I hope this doesn't warrant a restraining order...
Anyway, to the certain someone I mentioned, I hope you enjoy this poem of mine. And do excuse me if it creeps the hell out of you; sometimes when I write something like this, the words just flow out of me and logic goes the path of the T-Rex.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this work of mine, and I also hope you aren't horrified by it.
EDIT: Oh woweewowWOW was this bad. This is what happens when freeform poetry goes awry, man.
...Actually, it was all a lie. A lie I told cuz I was in love. Not anymore, so I can be as honest as I like!