Yes,
Indeed,
I admit,
It's bad,
His hair,
His face,
In love,
I am,
His cool,
Serenity,
Of time he spends,
Irregularly,
In front of a computer screen,
Watching Kira,
Without Kira being seen,
Though it's obvious to me.
His hair,
Long locks,
Of ebony splendor,
Disheveled,
Unguarded,
Covering his eyes,
The dark circles,
Of contemplation.
Eating sweets,
All of the time,
Crouched in thought,
Barefoot,
And observant,
Finding Kira,
So find him,
I trust you to.
Yes,
Indeed,
I admit,
It's bad,
His hair,
His face,
In love,
With L.
A contest entry
- D is for Death Note by BlueMoon Goddess.
500 points, ended May 24, 10 entries
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Comments
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Beautiful, you took the words out of my mouth. Also could you find a pic of L and add it to your poem to male it better.
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