Ami to Makoto no Koi

fallen from your hands
a faded flower
pressed between pages of notes
I can still remember the faint scent
traces of your own roseblossem smell
still lingering
to save it is such a cliche
the story of first romances
or unrequited love

it slips from between
equation lined sheets as we talk
you smile and tease me
who's the lucky boy?
you don't even remember
where it's from
and little by little
I die

lights play over a pillow
and a certain face
and a certain person
crouched akwardly by a window
I scold myself for spying
and my heart scolds me for
not doing anything more

the slight curve of a smile
lingers on your face
and the moonlight
forms a map of your features
made of shadows
It and I trace the dimples on your cheek
I could reach out and touch you
Physically speaking at least
and little by little
I die

pointless, raging defiance
and I see your form drop
a fallen snow angel
eyes pore over a face
already memorized by heart
searching for justification
in brown against uncaring white

There is none.


and I shut my eyes
and step away from the rest
swearing to be careful
her eyes widen
afraid but trusting
I would feel guilty
but my mind has flown ahead to you
and I die