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.
