One Eye

AN: Just a word of warning, In my story, Nasar's written about fourteen years old, and this poem is written in a seven-year old Nasars' prespective.



One Eye. That has seen no much. But never what I've wanted.

My Brother.

Are you searching for me, With two eyes? Two bright eyes that look out for That flash of white?

Onnichan.

My one eye. I wear my patch, As a badge of pride.

A Cybertronian Femme. On an unfamilar planet.

My Onnichan. I need you now.

My One eye. Your my other half.

I need to feel your warm embrace.

My big brother.