Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does.
Yaoi. For those who don't like yaoi, press the back key. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Bittersweet memories of us haunts me.
It haunts me through my days, through the nights of restless dreams.
I keep turning around hoping to see you, but you're never here.
The stillness of the empty room, the shadows whispering of pain and sorrow.
The echo of the ticking clock, tick tock tick tock...time is passing by.
In this cold and barren land, only the shadows and whispers of the wind keeps me company.
Your scent still lingers in the air, it surround me, engulfs me.
It reminds me of what once was and never will be.
Your lingering scent lets me know that you were once real, that you weren't a figure of my imagination.
Yet, I begin to doubt your existence.
In this cold lonely world, where are you now?
Are you looking at the same stars as I am?
Are you reminiscing about us as you look at the starry sky?
Are you thinking of me as I'm thinking of you?
Do you even miss me as much as I do you?
Did you love me in same manner as I did?
No, of course not, if you did, then I wouldn't be alone now.
I wouldn't hear your laughter ringing in my ears, your voice racing through my mind, consuming my thoughts, my emotions...my life.
The stillness of this empty room is terrifying, but it brings a familiar presence.
Memories of you haunts me
Quothe the raven 'Nevermore'.
This is your conscience speaking. Listen to me. Press the review button.