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Flowers blooming from your skin
From marks formed long ago
Your hair smells like coconut
And
Although
Not my favorite
Always smells good on you
Plain hair and plain eyes
I wonder why
On you
They look so unique?
Somehow
It seems you know me
You stand behind me
You support me
And you'll never see this
But I wonder
Why me
What have I done do deserve you?
What have you done to deserve me?
You have done nothing
You are an angel
Yet
God has laid me
A heavy burden
Upon your shoulders
All I have ever done
To you
Is bicker
And
Make sarcastic remarks
Yet
You laugh
And say something along the lines of
"Tsukki, nice!"
"Nice, Tsukki!"
And I think
"Nice, Yamaguchi"
But end up saying
"Shut up, Yamaguchi."
And you giggle
And I hide a blush
"Sorry, Tsukki."
But, you're not sorry.
And you shouldn't be.
From marks formed long ago
Flowers bloom from your skin.
In pretty cursive at the bottom of the page, a note is written.
"Nice, Tsukki! (●⌒∇⌒●)!"