(A/N: Uh, this is kinda sad. Maybe. I don't know. I was bored and I was listening to sad music, so I wrote this poem thingy. I don't know if you would consider this a poem though. It really does suck. I'm not kidding. I just needed to loosen my mind...I guess.)
The Rose
I run until my lungs hurt
I run to him. I run to Link.
I finally reach him, but he is not moving
So I drop to my knees
and feel the cold dirt upon them.
I was too late
and I blame myself.
Blood is everywhere
still wet and warm
trickling out of him.
I do not care.
I wrap my bare arms around him.
He is still warm
but there is no breath coming from his nostrils.
I am alone now.
I am truly alone.
I grab his hand
and it is cold.
That's when I see it.
A single rose.
Peeking out from his palm
and then I realize
I will never feel his warmth again.
All I have
is this single rose.
I wrap my hand around it's thorny stem
and lift it to my heart.
It's petals brush across my chest
ever so gently.
I am now incomplete
without him.
Without him.
(A/N: Yeah, it sucked beyond belief, and I have nothing to say about it. Nothing.)