A/N: Okay, obviously, I had no story planned for the last day, so yay, you get a poem XD It's one of my old poems actually, and it's kind of sucky because I had to translate it in English from my native language :/ I swear it's better in my language XD
Still, I think it turned out sort of good. Right? :) It's a good way to say goodbye to Leorai Week.
"Speak low, if you speak love."
Their passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. Love. Madness that is the greatest of heaven's blessings. Love. Hearts that are always young. ( A collection of one-shots with prompts, written for Leorai Week 2018 )
Too young to feel this old
Watching us both turn cold
Oh, I know it ain't pretty
When two hearts get broke
I hope someday
We'll sit down together
And laugh with each other
About these days
All our troubles
We'll lay to rest
And we'll wish we could come back to these days
Wishes
Ten years later
And your scent still envelops me.
I think it's my imagination,
Once again, but your pulse is strong
Your breath is hot on my throat.
You're sleeping in my hands, I don't want to turn
My back is very fragile for your knife
I have learned.
You're moving and I'm afraid you'll leave
Disappear and let go.
You always left without understanding
That no one was ever chasing you.
But you kept running
This is what you were good at.
I close my eyes and wish you're not a ghost
Again.
I wish you'll stay.
But, next morning I wake up, you're not there
And I wonder why I gave you a heart
Worth breaking.