Hey hey, Fable here! I just wrote this poem, actually, I wrote it like last
year when there was a challenge for a poetry thingie on the FFML. Atleast, I
think there was. Maybe not. I�m confused. Anyway, this here is a poem set to
Vampire Princess Miyu about that chick reporter girl who I can�t remember her
name. Do�h. Sorry, I�m not all here right now, my mind is somewhere else, err,
I mean with someone else. AARRRGGHHH� never mind, here�s the stupid poem!

I thought I knew who I was,
but I guess I was wrong.
Never really knowing myself,
just trying to find a place to belong.

For a while, I forgot who I was,
my past, I thought was just a dream.
More like a nightmare,
but I�m awake now, or so it seems.

My past, I tried to forget.
It was a dream, and I pretend
that I�m awake now,
and that horrible dream came to an end.

But I awoke one day, and realized�
I realized to myself, I�ve lied.
When I was a child, first dreaming that dream.
That day was the day I truly died.

fin~

and for all of you who is wondering where my mind is, I�ve meet a really nice
girl! Sorry, I don�t mean to rub it in to those that don�t, but I want to
share my good news. Yeah! I found a prom date! Tee hee. Yeah, silly me still
in high school. *sigh* Anyway, before I get banned for spamming now, I�d like
to say, if you like this poem, I think you�re on crack! ;) Well, ta ta! 






























































































Here�s another poem for those that are interested in how I am feeling right
now about this girl� tee hee. 
Adam Griffin, shut up, I am not pressed! 

Entitled Angel

I saw an angel, it seems
or was it a dream?
Because something so lovely is hard to perceive
something so perfect is hard to believe.
I just can�t believe my eyes,
is it my heart that�s tell me lies?

I saw her in the blue yonder,
a cause to wonder, a cause to ponder.
As the angel, twist and turned, my heart began to burn
for she taught me a lesson I much needed to learn.
As she glided towards me, her lovely eyes I could see,
and I began to believe we were meant for eternity.

The gentle wind, shuffled and rustled her hair,
and I could not believe she was standing there.
for something so perfect, was hard to believe,
for something so lovely was hard to perceive.
I would love her, if I could,
I would love her if I should,
only I�m not good enough�