Disclaimer: I do not own bleach.


This is a poem about Momo and Tousjiro, and how everyone thinks he is as cold as ice, but Momo can see the real him, and break through.



You're as cold as ice,

Feeling seem to find their way around you,

Your eyes are set on the ground,

And never,

Never seem to look up,

From the path,

That is in front of you.

You never look up,

And meet my gaze,

Although,

I have always been here,

By you side.

A silent muse,

A spirit in your life.

My mind always,

Always is consumed with wonder.

I know you sense my presence,

But am I ever really there to you,

Or am I,

Am I just a forgotten piece?

Of the past,

Left and crumpled,

On the long road behind you.

My hand reaches out,

As gentle as a blooming flower,

Trying to grab yours.

And when my soul connects with yours,

And we feel each others spirits,

I no longer struggle to grasp you.

For you relax.

Your ice melts,

Slowly away,

Layer by layer,

You become free flowing water.

And, instead of forgetting,

Instead of leaving me behind,

You grasp my slender hand with yours,

Your long graceful fingers,

They wrap around mine,

And our souls become one,

For our struggle,

Is over,

And the ice,

Is now what has been left,

And forgotten,

On that long path behind us.


I hoped you liked it! i love hitsuhina, and everyone who loves toushiro knows he isn't really cold, it's just the way he acts on the outside! if you liked it please review!

xoxox

darkmiko