A Poem in the perspective of Sakura Haruno related to the night of Sasuke's departure.
Doll face
Crystal tears from Jaded eyes
My plastic heart, so petrified
Of broken dreams and secret lies
Lips to kiss, skin to touch
Coquettish curls, and lips, and such
Are not for dolls to bear or clutch
My sacrifice you deny,
Oh treacherous fiend. My ally.
Won't you hear this synthetic heart cry?
Here beneath midnight's moon
I stand alone- You're gone, so soon
My heart abates its mechanical tune
To sleep, to dream, to wonder
Now dead in frozen slumber
My sentiments pulse no longer