I don' normally write poetry but I decided to this time as with any other
story I do not own any part of Inuyasha I do however own this piece of my
mind. There wasn't supposed to be any line rhyming however it came out
that way... Read and review if you don't like it I don't really care this is
just my thoughts collecting into words that I would like to share, Even if
you want to bad mouth it feel free!
Into two hearts came one.
The reincarnation and the abomination.
On of flesh and blood one of a witch desire.
Their souls intertwined but there hearts long for one in question.
Ones love of the past ones love of the present.
Tormented souls of lights discretion.
They are the same yet resemble not one.
Mirror as it is said but hearts they are torn.
To who shall they of spoken to.
But the heart of one who remains un slued.
This desire they both share is the same as anywhere.
They both come from the same but one is different.
One is clay.
Can two tortured souls unite under the full moon so bright.
Can they find heavens light in the arms of his might.
His heart is as theirs, torn between two perils.
One lives as the other has died.
Reunited with the body soul and mind.
His arms are strong his will is stronger.
However, what faces him can turn a sane man into ruble.
Can he decide which one to choose to him the are the same yet something is
a new.
Is it the fact that his heart has been change could it be that on that day.
When she fell down the well to his time and space.
That she was the one.
That is was her face.
He called her something different.
But did it matter then...
Was it true that what was said could this be the end.
Held tightly was the clay that made her become the ray.
Of light from the past to heavens and earths grasp.
Could it be that she was the one that it was she.
He could not look the other in the eye.
But what had conspired he could only sigh.
Life was short for them long ago.
He could not forget the past he could not let it go.
However, what was it that tortured him even more.
Was the fact that the past is gone the present is now.
That she was the one.
story I do not own any part of Inuyasha I do however own this piece of my
mind. There wasn't supposed to be any line rhyming however it came out
that way... Read and review if you don't like it I don't really care this is
just my thoughts collecting into words that I would like to share, Even if
you want to bad mouth it feel free!
Into two hearts came one.
The reincarnation and the abomination.
On of flesh and blood one of a witch desire.
Their souls intertwined but there hearts long for one in question.
Ones love of the past ones love of the present.
Tormented souls of lights discretion.
They are the same yet resemble not one.
Mirror as it is said but hearts they are torn.
To who shall they of spoken to.
But the heart of one who remains un slued.
This desire they both share is the same as anywhere.
They both come from the same but one is different.
One is clay.
Can two tortured souls unite under the full moon so bright.
Can they find heavens light in the arms of his might.
His heart is as theirs, torn between two perils.
One lives as the other has died.
Reunited with the body soul and mind.
His arms are strong his will is stronger.
However, what faces him can turn a sane man into ruble.
Can he decide which one to choose to him the are the same yet something is
a new.
Is it the fact that his heart has been change could it be that on that day.
When she fell down the well to his time and space.
That she was the one.
That is was her face.
He called her something different.
But did it matter then...
Was it true that what was said could this be the end.
Held tightly was the clay that made her become the ray.
Of light from the past to heavens and earths grasp.
Could it be that she was the one that it was she.
He could not look the other in the eye.
But what had conspired he could only sigh.
Life was short for them long ago.
He could not forget the past he could not let it go.
However, what was it that tortured him even more.
Was the fact that the past is gone the present is now.
That she was the one.