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?
