I wrote another poem, hope you like it. I was really bored and had some time to kill. I'm really bad at poetry, but try to read it anyway. r&r

Unshed Tears

She is gone now,

With no hope of life.

Left me all alone,

The quiet like a knife,

Pressed against my knotted throat,

The tears threaten to spill,

No matter if my training says,

Hold back against your will.

Her blood seeps between my fingers,

Stained hands a crimson red.

All her hopes and thought out dreams,

Stamped out until long dead.

To cherish 'til my death,

No longer have I to hold,

Her azure eyes ablaze,

Her character so bold.

I can't voice my affection,

The timing proved too late,

I was not there to save her,

Her name was called by fate.

Unshed tears threaten to spill,

Though I try to keep them in,

Long awaited sorrow,

A battle I can't win.

How was it?