Picture Book
A Rumbling Hearts poem…
Dedicated to Haruka…
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Rumbling Hearts.
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A simple, brief picture book;
an archive of our history.
For the memories we overlooked…
Of the days past this summary…
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The first picture shows of shyness;
A beautiful flower and a majestic rose.
A kiss for the dark to brighten…
A love from there slowly grows.
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The second picture depicts of truth;
An honest confession under a tree's booth
Flowers growing towards each other
A promise kept then and forever…
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Third image, an image of fidelity;
A lovers' quarrel, but sweet insecurity
A fight overnight 'til the rise of the sun
Both vowed no one will be shunned.
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The fourth image depicts of tragedy;
A flower's wither to the hands of envy
A frightful cry, the other one wailed
A shout of despair to the one who failed
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From this point on, the book is finished
It has already left its mark on this world
And the rest of it, all but rubbish
To the sad person whose story was told
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And now, the story remains untold
But not to the one who knows truth
Now it needs; has to be foretold
For another's knowledge holds no truth
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This is my story; a story of tragedy
An archive of moments worthy of pity
However, the truth shall remain unknown
Until the last moments of my life is shown
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My love, my life, left behind all alone
As I dance along the floors of the unknown
Hold my hand, my ever-sweet rose
Hold it until a new bud would arose
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I loved you and will do, so wait for my awakening
Years run through, but a sour little dressing
Wait for me; wait for me until my eyes awake
A picture book dedicated to a heart that's fake…
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END…