Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever
[amnesia]
No, I don't remember having a little puppy and naming it Boy, then finding it dead days later because I forgot to feed it.
No, I don't remember Aunt Callia and how she used to give me silver ribbons to tie up my hair.
No, I don't remember my ninth birthday when you and Father gave me a leather notebook and then Father took it away because I started writing poetry.
No, I don't remember trying to bake cake in an apron when I was six, only to have you hit me later.
No, I don't remember sneaking into your room at night when I was a boy, scared of nightmares.
No, I don't remember how I used to love petting your black satin dresses.
I don't remember anything except the image of his face, taunt and slender with unnamed grace, eyes a brilliant forest green, and hair like the wings of night.
By: ShinigamiForever
[amnesia]
No, I don't remember having a little puppy and naming it Boy, then finding it dead days later because I forgot to feed it.
No, I don't remember Aunt Callia and how she used to give me silver ribbons to tie up my hair.
No, I don't remember my ninth birthday when you and Father gave me a leather notebook and then Father took it away because I started writing poetry.
No, I don't remember trying to bake cake in an apron when I was six, only to have you hit me later.
No, I don't remember sneaking into your room at night when I was a boy, scared of nightmares.
No, I don't remember how I used to love petting your black satin dresses.
I don't remember anything except the image of his face, taunt and slender with unnamed grace, eyes a brilliant forest green, and hair like the wings of night.
