P.s. There's a surprise at the end, although I am not sure if you'll like it or not.

Bleeding Blue

If you see someone
with eyes so sad that it bleeds,
blue as the lonely sea…
Tell him that I love him,
as deep as the same sea,
as blue and as big.

He is beautiful,
his soul and his smile.
You will see him
and you will fall in love.
But fate is cruel
and he will be snatched away.

Years may roll
but your heart shall refuse,
to accept anything
beyond those bleeding eyes.
For they bleed blue
and his tears will drain you.

Oh, his love is warm!
It’s a pity he isn’t given chances
to show that love.
You will see rainbow
in those once blue eyes
filled with love and warmth.

You will not forget,
try you may
but he will remain,
his smile and his touch
because they are far too precious
to be stowed away.

He is too pure
for this wicked world
but mortals know not-
For they are all blind
to the unconventional beauty
in front of them.

If they see him
in his most vulnerable
they would lose their mind
over how precious he is.
He’s a gift to me-
a gift I cannot keep.

Alas! But unfortunate soul,
I call him­—
 For he lives your nightmare
and calls it life.
If only you could reach
deep enough to draw him out.

Let him laugh,
let him be gay.
Let him not worry for once
for he deserves all
the happiness
that the world can give.

Jo

(I am so sorry for this. Do not read if you do not have tissues by your side. I found this when I went to search for the poem in Bleeding Blue. I just... I am sorry. Also, my emotions are all messed up at the moment so I am not sure if you'll cry like I did but oh well... You've been warned. Also please get into Bleeding Blue mood before you read this.)

A storm was raging on and amidst its anger was a little island that was caught in it. But even though the storm howled there was still a distinct shout of pain emerging from the little hut above the little rocky hill in that particular island.

The house looked rather... unkept but lived in. From the moment you enter, you'll notice the food bits and other questionable things are thrown about. Either they've been thrown there purposefully or someone did a bad job cleaning up, we will never be sure. But those are the least concern when the painful moan