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| Warrior Poet | Friday, 4. February 2011, 15:31 Post #1 |
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If you lead me, I will go.
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So this is definitely one of the weirder things I've written. Unfortunately, you'll never really understand it unless you've played Final Fantasy VIII. Comments on Rest Your Eyes, Pretty Girl would be cool too. The years sweep by in a haze of breath Green and thick, the smells of sweat and love And rancid fish, it was something only fair At the pier they swung their legs and wondered How long it had been until today He knows there's only so much wisdom In a world that broke his mind, he knows There have only been so many days before If infinite moments had passed before He could've never reached today It was a misplaced wish, romantic thoughts Until Rinoa came about All six were sick with love, except for one Who was also sick with doubt As she lost all hope she realized this That each strong family falls apart But they each loved without knowing With every coldness, minds kill heart They would trade their lives for intellect and power Strong ones took each cherished moment day and hour Childhood is gone and still they aren't satisfied They've learned nothing, but the years still hurt It's kept him quiet far too long Ellone remembers, and it's deep within her heart She sends them all her memories, no guardians to doubt Together in the past, they live Searching every song they've heard Fleeting feelings with no cause attached With stolen memories his stomach turns And his mind is bent from fright Every day he lies in fitful dreams Truly knowing he's awake Each morning he opens his eyes to see Rinoa's knowing face Days long forgotten and soon withheld They still consume his eyes This time he leaves to end his war The weapon, time itself It's a battle he can't win Four guilty hearts That may Run the sky into the ground The stars still wait The fighting stops The silence stills As I begin to understand Forty hours still await Four guilty hearts may drown A little boy sobs, and soaking wet, He can't hide from rain He waits and hopes and promises Sis, I'll wait until you're home Until then I'll take care of myself And I'll be okay on my own He wakes, heart stops, mind tilts He can't rely on others He's still crying for Ellone Edited by Warrior Poet, Friday, 4. February 2011, 15:32.
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