|A Rose of Their Love
Author: neon kun PM
SASUSAKU Oneshot! Sasuke and Sakura is a true rose. They are associated with that flower in more ways than one. Read and believe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Sasuke U. & Sakura H. - Words: 628 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 2 - Published: 04-02-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2872506
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Just another bit of drabbles… I was writing without a point back then, and then this was made. I wrote this, months back, but I lost my copy so I made it again, why? I have no idea.
THIS IS SHORT!
ARose of Their Love
Disclaimer: like it says, I disclaim! XD
Summary: SASUSAKUOnEsHoT Sasuke and Sakura is a true rose. They are associatedwith that flower in more ways than one. Read and believe.
Yes, perhaps my heart is at stake,
Thus my reason for committing such a grave felony
The incentive was bittersweet.
For such I've gained reprisal for my love ones, I was obviated to see my dearest.
It vexes me to see, heed, sense without my blossom adjacent to me.
Together, we emit the image of a gallant rose.
She, the withered flower,
I, the despicable thorns.
For her to wilt, it pains me so.
Indeed, I was once seen as a rose, complete and alive.
Marveled for my petals,
Feared for my thorns.
Yet someone as delicate as her pervaded me.
She was harmed by my thorns;
Cuts and bruises covered her vulnerable body.
I was moved, her determination, it shook me.
And not long afterwards, I fell.
So deep in the abyss, so deep I couldn't resurface.
I didn't bother to though,
She was with me, I was content.
We became one; she became a part of me.
But we had to part, for I had poison in those thorns.
One cursed me with such a fate.
If I would be incapable to acquire the corrective,
My flower could die for she is a part of me.
I wasn't prepared, I know.
I acted I did, but I know I'm not.
But… my desire for her to be spared besieged me.
I was oblivious to the consequences.
"You are my life…" those words, I carried so ever gently,
Yet I forget.
To obtain the curative for the abhorrent poison,
I was required to slay one's life.
I knew who, I didn't vacillate and I was fervent to.
But it by no means occurred to me that I would be killing a part of me as well.
And so I went to the devil, himself.
But all was well, I obtained what I sought.
All was well, I deemed.
As I've remedied myself, an insufferable side effect it contained.
A part of me was lost.
Happiness did not seethe through me, more anguish did.
But I still had hope, my flower.
As I came back,
Alas! Was I too late?
I am her life, I left her.
She lost a part, she would die.
And all because I wished for her to be spared.
I killed her.
But I see her tears, I still had hope.
She withered, yet she blossomed once more.
I was afraid but no more,
My flower is alive.
She engulfed me in a hug as I returned to her embrace.
Sharing a kiss so passionate,
We are once more complete.
Flower, to show our love,
Thorns, to protect it.
Hope you like it!
Sorry for the grammatical errors and or typos.
PLEASE REVIEW! So I know my efforts aren't in vain