A poem inspired by the enigmatick yet chiling hints at Yuki's past with Akito; Yuki POV. Interpret as you please, without limitation of tast.
As always, I still don't own fruba, much to my displesure.
Forget this broken hart,
I don't need it any more.
Leave this broken body,
slowly bleeding on the floor.
My sole and all en sundry they left me oh so long,
abandoned hear with nothing,
but a half forgotten song.
My fingers scrabble coldly,
but there's nothing hear to hold,
my voice you will not hear it,
there's no one to be told.
My screams they ran to silence,
I'm tiring of this fight,
with no one left to save me,I fade unto the night.
One last request: please review. I'll love you forever if you do. (just please don't metion spelling of any kind).
Go on, be nice.
