Beneath the blossoms pale and bright,
I dream of hands I held at night.
We were but children, hearts unscarred,
Till families pulled our bond apart.

Your eyes met mine, but lips stayed still,
A stone was thrown, against my will.
The silence cut, the years returned,
And all our laughter lay interned.

Now war decides the paths we tread,
By blood and oath, by fear we’re led.
Yet in my heart, though torn, I find,
The ghost of you still haunts my mind.

First time having multiple initial messages so sorry if she’s a bit janky.

Art by: YukiiTaooo