• As the day begins,
    I imagine,
    two small children,
    in one large planet.

    They don't know what to do
    they don't even know who's who,
    they just know
    they need to live,
    they wish to learn,
    and become at some point addicts.

    We become addicts of what we love,
    she loves him
    and he loves her
    but what is really love?

    Is it a word?
    Is it a sin?
    Is it something we feel within?

    They know by instinct
    they must mate,
    but is that all
    they can create?

    "We are different"
    He says to her
    in a very calm voice
    yet concerned.

    They look at each other,
    they know it's true,
    but what the hell?
    we both cute.

    They stare at each other,
    not missing a blink,
    not one thing
    could make them think.

    Completely blank,
    they shake their heads,
    they look sideways
    but they couldn't pretend.

    They loved each other,
    they knew no such word,
    didn't need a dictionary,
    but it wouldn't have helped though.

    They trusted each other,
    they went to a cascade,
    no fear like this
    could be mascaraed.

    They held hands,
    they knew no trust,
    but they could fall
    without second thoughts.

    He jumped
    and held onto her,
    she fell as well
    and did not care,
    she fell with her love,
    what's to think about
    he would be with her forever
    she would be grateful, no doubt.

    He said his last words,
    not speaking to a stranger,
    he felt he had a whole life with her,
    but did not remember.

    In this eternal fall,
    they both felt memories surround them
    like in a book of history
    or in a new announcement.

    They knew they had
    been brought together,
    it was not a miracle,
    it was a day to remember.

    They saw the end of the fall,
    they closed their eyes,
    they wished to be out
    of this horrible life.

    It had been enough,
    but what happens now?
    Guess we find out
    after they go down.

    They nearing the end
    a light comes above,
    only one angel,
    one wing that's all.

    He flew down
    into the abyss
    he could only rescue one,
    but which of these?

    The boy which she loved,
    or the girl which he loved,
    "what would be the fate
    of either of us?"

    The angel flew back,
    and took one of them
    only the shadow could be seen
    but which did it he took?
    the young girl
    or the young boy,
    you could still wonder...

    There was blood on the small river,
    Now you begin to wonder,
    who had lived,
    and who fell under.

    As the angel flew up,
    the sun hit his skin,
    no body he held,
    just clothes it seemed...

    They both hit the rocks
    on the bottom of the cascade,
    they both loved each other,
    even at death.

    This is in part is a true story,
    only the girl had survived,
    the male died by bullets,
    the girl died by heart...

    She is the one writing this,
    she will still hold him dear,
    the one that insults him
    will receive a bad year.

    I wish for no one to be harmed,
    but do not insult what I have of him,
    respect my being,
    respect yourself
    and you'll grow old along
    someone you care.

    -Kitzune D Hitsugaya X3