Authoress' Notes: Now before I start this off, I'm just going to say that I really don't work on poems all that much, but I was thinking of what I should do for Chapter 2 of "Better Off Alone" and I came up with this! It made my mom cry when she read it, so I thought, "What the heck?" Enjoy!
Love
Love is such a strange thing…
It can cause pain, remorse, excitement, pleasure, and even death…
It can happen to the most innocent or can never come to the hoping…
It can bring people together in the most complex relationships and keep them together forever…
Love is such a strange thing, but true love is hard to find and to hold onto…
If you can ever find yourself in true love, embrace it; emphasize it; enhance it; for it may be the only way you can find true happiness.
Vivian stood near Koops' bed, watching him sleep peacefully. Their time spent together had been short, yet magical, leaving Vivian stirred and slightly aroused. It was dark outside and she had been wacthing for hours, waiting for something... but she just didn't know what it was. She didn't have to sleep... she didn't need to sleep... she couldn't sleep until she got what she had been waiting for.
Maybe she was waiting until Beldam and Marilyn left Twilight Town so she could rest there.
Maybe she was waiting for Mario to come back, like Goombella said he had promised.
Maybe she was waiting for Koops to wake up and asked her what had happened between them... Even if he did just that, she wouldn't be able to tell him, for she wasn't quite sure of the results of their actions either.
Things just led to another... She didn't regret it; she needed it...
The timid Koopa's slow-paced breathing beneath the sheets left Vivian excited and breathless, but she didn't know why.
She wanted the sun to rise and declare it to be another day so Koops would awake and talk to her again.
But did she deserve it? Probably not, but she didn't care at this point. She wanted Koops nonetheless.
Vivian knew very well in the back off mind that it was too late for Koops. He was exhausted; she could sense it as she carefully rubbed her hand against the top of his shell and around his neck, feeling his gentle heartbeat.
Breathing a sigh of remorse, Vivian turned to leave. Just before she got to door, she removed her hat, allowing more of her vibrant, pink bangs to dangle over her face.
She placed the hat on Koops' bedside table and smiled, closing the door on her way out.
Maybe it wasn't too late after all...
Authoress' Notes: Call this a sort of parallel point of view of "Better Off Alone" if you will. You know, like something that happens in contrast of the story and in another plot.