Poem
By: Krisco

A/N: I've been staying after school with my english teacher...and she asked me to write a poem about my favorite singer in my favorite band...so I wrote on about Mana-Sama...

Beauty

Beauty, Not only can be expressed in French,

Though in his eyes, beauty Does not come from Gender,

Even through his silent appearance, His beauty is all that we quench.

Thirst...A thirst to question this so called beauty?

Even If we heard him once or twice.

Beauty cannot only be expressed through words,

Perhaps a cold movement,

A walking peice of art...

A Realistic Picture,

Or that as a man.

Beauty does not only come from a smile,

Its like a disease...

He stands still, lips not even cracking a slightest smirk.

Though in our eyes, He is beautiful.

What is Beauty?

A Painting?

A Picture-perfect smile?

Or a simple man we love so much?

He targets us in Question.

How do you spell beauty?

M.A.N.A.