Kaiba Poems

Poem One:

Blue Eyes Of Ice

At the end of the day,

I come home,

To my good friend, my brother,

I over work myself, I guess,

They say I'm cold-hearted,

That I'm aloof,

Also that I'm arrogant,

And self-absorbed,

I guess they're right,

Or sometimes they're wrong,

May I cruel and blind,

But I may not be evil,

Just cold, cold like ice,

Like my eyes show,

Cold, piercing, into someone

Like daggers my eyes are like,

They make up my soul,

That's what I have become,

That is how I am,

And I guess how I will be,

My poem I wrote,

Blue eyes of ice,

My heart I guess is made out of stone,

Or ice, like me.