Well this is the first story, first poem I've posted. It's based on Cloud. How he feels about things, and what he goes through just to get to tomorrow. And I don't own Final Fantasy!
Walking alone with doubt,
The world he left, and returned down the drought.
Empty eyes, and empty scars,
There was only one to fight these wars.
Pulling within the pain and the wounds,
He longs without, and the one he lost.
He doesn't feel the puncture he assumes,
He tried hard, and he fought.
Still he blames the one that is himself,
Considering his loss was his own weakness.
The one that made you blame yourself,
He's watching you break this.
Blue orbs shatter the ground.
Catching you without hesitate.
Even though it kills to see the world around,
He seeks to found out his fate.
But it means that he sees her face.
The one that has written the cold paths place,
The wine colored eyes.
The ones that only defines.
He kills himself in secret,
And watches the cold tears.
He never thought to leave her,
But her heart was built with fierce.
Now the black light is bright,
And all wounds are cured.
He's taking one more chance to try,
And the memories pour.
He's starts over,
And death is somewhere near…