Sakura—"Bittersweet"

A poem about how she realizes life isn't always good, but it isn't always terrible either. In fact, it's bittersweet.

Disclaimer—I don't own Sakura or Naruto.

Bittersweet

Bitter.

Blood splashes on my knees

As I clean the soldier's wound that makes my

Tears mingle with the red

And turns it to the sun that shows me

Crashing mirrors reflect my life, to which

The shattered shards slice sand

Of the raven-haired boy's affection, and his

Irony of a porcelain heart makes

The disqualification of normality, so

Pink hair and jade green eyes;

What is it you'd expect of a

Little boy whom everyone hates? Thus his

Shy and quiet is around the corner

Of a cold cruel alliance with

The naming of my enemy.

Sweet.

Cherry blossoms fly into the moon

And the light distills the peace, making

I run and run 'till I can't

Turn around to take his hand

Broken sight; still wide smile

Of your meticulous rhythm

And I can't sustain the glow of

A purple sun's white sky, then the

Girl's kunai makes me take my

Blonde hair and slice it over the

Lazy boy's soft lips

That press onto the calluses

And they make me cry onto the

Shoulder of the human icicle that

Melts into the ground.

Blood splashes on the moon

And the light cleanses the soldier's wound and

The red splashes, until I can't

Take his hand to the sun, so the

Crashing mirrors, yea, my smile

Makes the rhythm of the sand

Sustain the raven-haired boy's affection and I

Disqualify the normality of the white sky's

Blonde hair and jade green eyes

And the little boy's soft lips

Press into the shy and quiet that makes me cry

Into the shoulder of the cruel alliance

That the enemy melts into the ground.

Sakura, it's all bittersweet.