Meh, I wrote a poem too during this really -bad- argument phase thingy.
"Looking back on the things we’ve done,
Smiling and laughing with the rising sun,
Thinking, thinking, oh so much
Of you and you, your exquisite touch.
The days gone by
with us flying high,
high,
to witness the mid-day sun
We, joined together,
forever as one.
We see paradise do we not?
The sensational epitome of feelings
now forgot.
The voices rise
The glasses shatter
Hear me cry
Nothing matters.
The doom and gloom that pervades my heart,
is a suffocating flame that tortures my being
The dreams are gone and yet the feelings won’t part
God cannot know, because he’s not all seeing.
Will I be strong enough to draw enough breath,
To utter the words “I love you” before my death?
Death is the only freedom from my torturous pain,
Death, which is Man’s eternal bane.
With the falling sun comes falling tears,
Tears instigating my tearing apart
Nothing can cure me and make me bear,
the fruits of my labour all gone to bare.
With the kidnapped sun and night all around,
There is no sound, nothing but emptiness found.
Hamlet once said, “To be or not to be”
That is the question, my mind always see."
Oh dear.