It's the same one but different point of view.
Alone In Her Room
By me (I think)
I sit alone in her room at night
With nothing but the darkness to confide
So many thoughts run through my mind
That they burn my eyes till I am blind.
But although I cannot always see her
I know she's there.
She waits for me
Looking at me with her angelic little glare.
I tell her to go
But she always stays, it's her room anyway
No matter what…I hate her either way.
She haunts me-dwelling in my soul and mind
But unfortunately, she is the only one who can see me-so I've come to learn over time.
She's the only real true pleasure for me
And in my view, she'll do anything to have her way-go to any measure.
It is my torment that she so desires
She has come to enjoy my suffering
It almost like my destruction she admires.
She has me shackled-she has me chained.
She controls every part of me making me insane.
Every little fiber of my being…'tis hers I've heard.
I am forced to obey her every command, her every word.
To my every sickness, she is my very cure.
To my every pain, she is my very savior.
She is my blessing…she is my curse
She is my angelic little devil…things could be worse.
So all the agony and sadness that she causes me
Am I sentenced to endure for all eternity?
I have an idea- run away and hide
That pathetic thought has been on my mind before,
Burning at my eyes.
But as I have learned, the act is literally impossible
She refuses to let me go-glaring at me, her eyes mean and prideful.
But although she is not very mean to me, or trusting
And of course, her presence was really very comforting.
Her memory keeps me company when I feel so alone.
She is my angelic little devil that I followed home one day.
And although I do not like her-and, she does not like me
I will admit she's a pretty sight to see.
She has an attractive face
Belonging to an angel of an oriental race.
Her skin is soft and tan.
Her voice is sweet but happy, like a secret-I'll never tell.
Her eyes are dull and dead
But hidden by a false happiness
That seemed to be full of longing seen hatred.
But of course, I am responsible for her rage
I was never really all that kind to her in the first place.
Her long golden hair
Brushed, long and silky, with obvious great care
Masks her eyes like a the sea colored curtain
Framing her face…so her sadness cannot be seen-of this I am certain.
But it's her soft gentle lips that always seem to catch my eye
Always in her little, smirk full of love and hate.
I know that deep down in my core
I have set aside a small part of my heart for her
To remain with me forever more
Someday I will learn to understand her and her story
And maybe then…I would no longer have but just a small piece of her-just a memory.
Then maybe-just maybe…I could say that she belongs to no one else but me…
And me to her and her name
A name that just roll out of my mouth
The name that I love to say
Softy and lightly I say…..Naruto