A/N: Yo. 'Sup? I feel guilty. I keep posting short things. And not updating my only multi-chap. Anyway, reader, meet poem. Poem, meet reader. Reader, meet mewxretasu . deviantart . com . Yes. I have DA. I posted this on both DA, and... well.. here... so yeah. BUT DON'T GO TO MY DA 'CAUSE THIS IS THE ONLY NARUTO POEM I'VE EVER WRITTEN. ...Okay? HUGS! And enjoy this poem, even though it'd be twisted to enjoy this...
"love (shinobi)"
Written October 14, 2007
Shinobi.
Nothing more but a tool.
A tool for hurt, and floors of spilled tears
And blood-- quarts of blood
Must have been let loose
Because of shinobi.
Love.
Nothing more than a burden.
A burden of feelings, and clothes drenched with nervous sweat
And happiness when near-- and sadness when parted
Must have affected the downfall of so many ninja
Because of love.
Temptation.
Nothing more than darkness.
A dark thing to yield to, and a dark thing to give
A thing that you resist, and yet so many fail
Must have caused anxiety for lots of shinobi
Because of temptation.
Wanting.
Nothing more than a body reaction.
A body reaction to ignore, a reaction to pretend away
Unless part of a mission; then would be precious
Must have confused so many girls and boys
Because of wanting.
Difference.
Nothing more but something so significant
Everything to struggle against, everything to remember
That you're different, trying to succeed in spite
Must have caused isolation, wasting away
Because of difference.
Love comes again.
Nothing more but what you think all day.
What you think all day, what you dream all night
Trying to stop it, 'cause it's not right
Must have stopped, you think desperately, so many able bodies
Because of love coming again.
Love grows.
Nothing more than a bud
A bud that you nurture, with every loving touch and kiss
Unconsciously embracing the idea while denouncing it verbally
Must have made elders shake with laughter, watching you fall in love
Because of love growing.
Love at full bloom.
Nothing more but a great bond
A bond that was broken, couldn't be fixed
When you came back from a mission, broken, and broke it off
Must have caused her, always the strong kunoichi, so much pain
Because of love at full bloom.
Years later.
Nothing more but a space in time
A space in time that means so much, feels so much
Passing by her, wishing you hadn't been so foolish, making the end permanent
Must still be nagging at her, at least you hope-- as much as you
Because it's been years later.
One week.
Nothing more but hope
Hope that died away, hope that died when she did
A hole in your heart where you didn't live fully
Choosing instead, no weakness, no emotion
Must be keeping your heart dark and black with grief
Because that one week... changed everything