kaito asked me to go hunting with him, and i said yes.
so into the woods we rode our horses and looked for deers and hares.
we went our separate ways under the high noon sun,
but instead of hunting, i stared so much at the cloudless sky.
i delved into my memories for any mention of her name,
because she told it perhaps,
and i was too bewitched by her beauty to hear it that very night.
i looked up to the sky for it reminded me of her hair;
keep squinting if i should, i wouldn't mind, because there's no pain i couldn't endure
just to make her mine.
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a/n. by this time im puking now coz i never wrote something this freaking sappy and cheesy and maudlin and it was len thinking of miku (must be obvious) so yeah **
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Poetrylove transforms princes to poets. the thoughts he writes down; the papers he slips inside the glass jar. (a/n. prepare for a shitload of cheesiness) cover art by © saegome
