I see him coming
I know he's there
He molests me all the time
But deep down I don't care
He acts nice
then goes in for the move
I slap across the face
and still he doesn't improve.
a red marked hand print
on one side of his face
he walks away
with a fast pace.
when he's out of sight
i regret hitting him
even for a monk
loving him is a sin
i pretend to hate the molesting
but really i love every moment
and every second
together we have spent!
A/N Hello! Sorry I have updated, I got a new computer and I lost all my fanfics. So I'm bascially starting over with them all! Please enjoy this poem about Sango!