Wilted Blossom
A Naruto fanfic
Summary: Sakura thinks of Sasuke.
I'm tired, so tired.
Of waiting and wishing, for Sasuke to acknowledge me.
I was such a fool, believing that one day he would. Such a fool to believe Sasuke could love.
All I have now are bitter memories of rejection, with a few golden flecks of happiness, but they are engulfed by the surrounding darkness.
His cold, piercing voice..slicing through the facade I kept to keep me happy, though the weight of loneliness threatened to crush me. Beating down on my self-esteem, until i was left alone, crushed.
His onyx eyes, boring into mine, looking into my very soul and being. Black ice, never melting. No warmth radiates from them, they are dark pools of hate.
But even through all that, my bruised and broken heart is still beating. Beating with hope that one day the one I love will return to nourish and repair my heart, with tender and kind words.
Should I wait? Until he comes back to me...to hold me..
But that will never happen.
Deep within, I know that is the truth. Love will not come to pick me up and hold me in its warm arms.
I feel cold...my tears are frozen, crystallized drops of despair. My cries are left unheard, they fall on deaf ears.
My heart grows numb from the cold, until one day, I shall never feel pain again.
A/N: Short and sad, a lost cause of love. Hmm, maybe a bit depressing.
A Naruto fanfic
Summary: Sakura thinks of Sasuke.
I'm tired, so tired.
Of waiting and wishing, for Sasuke to acknowledge me.
I was such a fool, believing that one day he would. Such a fool to believe Sasuke could love.
All I have now are bitter memories of rejection, with a few golden flecks of happiness, but they are engulfed by the surrounding darkness.
His cold, piercing voice..slicing through the facade I kept to keep me happy, though the weight of loneliness threatened to crush me. Beating down on my self-esteem, until i was left alone, crushed.
His onyx eyes, boring into mine, looking into my very soul and being. Black ice, never melting. No warmth radiates from them, they are dark pools of hate.
But even through all that, my bruised and broken heart is still beating. Beating with hope that one day the one I love will return to nourish and repair my heart, with tender and kind words.
Should I wait? Until he comes back to me...to hold me..
But that will never happen.
Deep within, I know that is the truth. Love will not come to pick me up and hold me in its warm arms.
I feel cold...my tears are frozen, crystallized drops of despair. My cries are left unheard, they fall on deaf ears.
My heart grows numb from the cold, until one day, I shall never feel pain again.
A/N: Short and sad, a lost cause of love. Hmm, maybe a bit depressing.