My nights are filled with horror, each second I must bear the pain. Friends and family disappear, killed off and slain. I wish to not remember when everything was fine, the past is not forgotten, the agony of thinking what future I have turns my good memories rotten. But I can't forget her forest eyes, or her pink cotton candy hair. The silky voice that soothed the pain and hands that gave good care. I wish I wouldn't remember, when she confessed her love that night, her soft words and spirt gave me one last glance
at the light. あいしてる
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🌸SasuSaku Poetry🌸
Poetry☆ㅡ,, because their love is just as beautiful as poetry . '' ☆ㅡ,, [ sasusaku poems ]