ChibiSylph
Team Greninja
Back off Erik D:< Curt is mine!!
Soleil was over at Zell's house and they both talked about love and love letters. THEY TOGETHER FOREVA!!
A Peom for me Written by Blues!
From when you stepped off of that train,
Sunlight in your hair.
I found myself obsessed (possessed?)
With thoughts of wondrous you.
And though you wandered Amestris,
No courage could be found.
No courage? No, none at all,
To do what was my dream.
I longed to speak, to talk with you,
But failed when chances came.
And so I watched you, longingly,
Quite sure I was in love.
Then autumn came, and so did you,
You knocked upon my door.
To me it felt like Fate herself,
Had come to see my fear.
And yet, that wasn’t why you’d come,
Why had you come at all?
You entered, hands behind your back,
Almost like you were shy.
I scoffed at that, there was no way.
You, who’d taken to our town,
Could not get shy, it was absurd,
Yet it was true, I learned.
Handing me a gift, you muttered,
“Happy birthday, Curt.”
I was in shock, as I’d forgot
That I was one year older.
The paper came off of the gift,
It was a napkin holder.
And though it was so small a thing,
I treasure it like gold.
That broke the ice between us and
I wonder if you knew.
Did you know for what I longed,
Did you know that I loved you?
...No, I don’t think that you could have.
Nevertheless, our friendship grew,
To almost more than friends.
And then that horrid day of winter,
When O’Hare broke my heart.
No, it wasn’t that I loved him,
He broke my heart with you.
I stared in terror as he knocked,
As you opened, as he took you by the hand.
My blood was racing, pulsing, rushing.
I feared that you were lost.
I wanted to howl to the sky
And tell O’Hare that you were mine.
Alas, I could not do it.
I’ve never been the bravest bear,
But all my courage left me there.
I walked away in misery,
I dared not meet your eye.
Blue petals fell, a metaphor,
Of sadness, grief, and shattered dreams.
Brewster listened to my tale,
He’s rather good at that.
I told him all my hopes and plans,
I told him how I walked away,
How I was sure you loved O’Hare...
How I had always cared.
He wiped a mug in silence then,
I don’t quite know how long.
Then glancing up, the pigeon looked
Me in my tear-filled eyes.
“If you do not pursue her now,
You’ll never know for sure.”
Though simple words, they clamored, clattered,
Occupied my head.
When Soleil came and broke the news,
A sudden impulse grabbed my soul,
My paws pulled me from my seat,
They carried me to your front door,
And though I still feared the worst truth,
I opened up, and entered.
You met me in your upstairs room,
I wonder why I didn’t knock.
Soleil was right, suitcases lay
Upon the crowded floor.
I didn’t want to say it,
But if I didn’t you would leave,
And I would never see you again.
I blurted out, “You can’t go,” blushed.
You were quite surprised.
“You... mean a lot to me,”
I said it in a whisper.
And then,
Oh glorious day, you said you’d stay!
I knew you felt the same as I.
You proved it when we kissed,
And all was perfect in our little world.
Nowadays we walk together,
Talking of things past and future.
I know you’ll never, ever leave me now.
Curt’s Note: I was going to say something about O’Hare getting with Charlise, but it ruined the sentiment. I’ll be back soon, dear.
From when you stepped off of that train,
Sunlight in your hair.
I found myself obsessed (possessed?)
With thoughts of wondrous you.
And though you wandered Amestris,
No courage could be found.
No courage? No, none at all,
To do what was my dream.
I longed to speak, to talk with you,
But failed when chances came.
And so I watched you, longingly,
Quite sure I was in love.
Then autumn came, and so did you,
You knocked upon my door.
To me it felt like Fate herself,
Had come to see my fear.
And yet, that wasn’t why you’d come,
Why had you come at all?
You entered, hands behind your back,
Almost like you were shy.
I scoffed at that, there was no way.
You, who’d taken to our town,
Could not get shy, it was absurd,
Yet it was true, I learned.
Handing me a gift, you muttered,
“Happy birthday, Curt.”
I was in shock, as I’d forgot
That I was one year older.
The paper came off of the gift,
It was a napkin holder.
And though it was so small a thing,
I treasure it like gold.
That broke the ice between us and
I wonder if you knew.
Did you know for what I longed,
Did you know that I loved you?
...No, I don’t think that you could have.
Nevertheless, our friendship grew,
To almost more than friends.
And then that horrid day of winter,
When O’Hare broke my heart.
No, it wasn’t that I loved him,
He broke my heart with you.
I stared in terror as he knocked,
As you opened, as he took you by the hand.
My blood was racing, pulsing, rushing.
I feared that you were lost.
I wanted to howl to the sky
And tell O’Hare that you were mine.
Alas, I could not do it.
I’ve never been the bravest bear,
But all my courage left me there.
I walked away in misery,
I dared not meet your eye.
Blue petals fell, a metaphor,
Of sadness, grief, and shattered dreams.
Brewster listened to my tale,
He’s rather good at that.
I told him all my hopes and plans,
I told him how I walked away,
How I was sure you loved O’Hare...
How I had always cared.
He wiped a mug in silence then,
I don’t quite know how long.
Then glancing up, the pigeon looked
Me in my tear-filled eyes.
“If you do not pursue her now,
You’ll never know for sure.”
Though simple words, they clamored, clattered,
Occupied my head.
When Soleil came and broke the news,
A sudden impulse grabbed my soul,
My paws pulled me from my seat,
They carried me to your front door,
And though I still feared the worst truth,
I opened up, and entered.
You met me in your upstairs room,
I wonder why I didn’t knock.
Soleil was right, suitcases lay
Upon the crowded floor.
I didn’t want to say it,
But if I didn’t you would leave,
And I would never see you again.
I blurted out, “You can’t go,” blushed.
You were quite surprised.
“You... mean a lot to me,”
I said it in a whisper.
And then,
Oh glorious day, you said you’d stay!
I knew you felt the same as I.
You proved it when we kissed,
And all was perfect in our little world.
Nowadays we walk together,
Talking of things past and future.
I know you’ll never, ever leave me now.
Curt’s Note: I was going to say something about O’Hare getting with Charlise, but it ruined the sentiment. I’ll be back soon, dear.
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Since I've only got 3 boy villager and 7 girls ... PLAYBOY TOWN :3
