Most of the universe has
Heard your name before.
But with that, they are content,
And see you as nothing more
Than what your name paints you to be
A merciless, ruthless champion,
But it is a false picture painted—
Your name and reputation,
For just as legendary as your skill
On the battlefield is known to be
The truth to you and your heart
So very few can hope to see,
But should it ever be seen
Its cyan glow is truly breathtaking
In large doses, or miniscule hints—
It is wonderful to see you so caring
I wonder why you so strongly refuse
Always, to show the stars your love
Should one see, you glare and claim,
That your gentle touch is unheard of.
Why, I ask, would you choose to
Make your strength your source of might?
Is there not also strength found in
Loving through wrong and rage and right?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Listen (Boboiboy Poetry One-shots)
FanficThese boys may be fictional, but their stories are worth telling. Poems about Boboiboy, his seven elements, Fang, and Kaizo. I own only my poetry and headcanons; the characters belong to Monsta.
