Heart
Sakura: A poem for Ryo, or Zane, depending on what you call him.
Heart
A beat.
A slow steady beat.
B-bump!
You only get one.
And it can easily be replaced.
But it's the only one you get.
You have to treat it right.
But we hardly ever do.
Most of us die because of our hearts.
It's a lesson we'll all learn one day.
Unfortunately for me,
I learned it the hard way…
Sakura: Review! And why do all my poems usually end all emo-ish!
Ryo: I have no idea, nor do I care.
Sakura: MEANY! *sticks tongue out*
Ryo: Just review the stupid girl's poem *ducks vase thrown at his head from the childish authoress*