Happiness is such a confusing word, falling pink hope flows down from the sky only to be frosted over by the wind of tragedy.
I stare up at the frozen hope as the wind of tragedy seeps farther into my soul, if all of this is going on how can you continue to smile?
You beam up at the hope frosted over and say it will come back next spring, perhaps it will come back, but my heart will never return from that cold, cold place.
I sit by the stone tablet; in it is engraved the names of my lost heart. You ask why I look sad but I don't answer, and still for some reason you sit beside me saying nothing, just keeping me company.
When I looked over to you that day you smiled at me, your smile was like a small fire. How can there be so much strength in such a little thing?
Everyday you watch over me from afar staring at me with your bright eyes. I slip farther into my sadness when you are away, but when you stay by my side somehow, I feel as if a shard of my heart has come back.
What is a soul in truth? Is there really such a thing? When I look into your eyes I think I can see your soul, fiery and yet shy it's a small flame blowing in the wind. If I can see yours so clearly, why can I not feel mine?
And yet, every time you're with me and smile, every time you show me something new. Just like this feeling in my undeveloped heart, a piece of my soul returns.
You slipped your hands over my eyes and pulled me somewhere, when I open my eyes again I see the hope flying free. It's blossoms floating in mid air as they begin their flight. If that tiny shard of hope can thaw why can't my heart?
The wind seems softer when I'm with you and the sun feels warmer on my back. Even my own feelings seem truer when I sit by your side.
Maybe, you are the flame that can thaw my heart, even though you're so small your power reaches no bounds.
When you smile at me next time perhaps I'll be able to smile back, you'll laugh happily like you always do and my heart will become a little bit stronger.
It seems like even for the large darkness in my soul there is a light.
And you are that light, the flame that helps me burn. So this time, I'll watch over you.
A/N: This poem was meant to take place when Sasuke was younger after Itachi murdered their family. It obviously depicts Sasuke's feelings toward Sakura.