The eerie silence, the disappearing echo. "Goodbye" you said as the door slammed shut. The emerald eyes, the woman's stiletto. A love that was crushed like a cigarette ****. The lies that lasted, the love that did not. Your sweet nothings were no longer sweet. The trigger of a gun, the loudest shot. A love filled of regret and deceit. The flood of tears, the blood stained hands. A love so distraught and never to last. The screaming sirens, the constant demands. A love that remained in the past. You left me for her but you paid the price. You're to blame for your own demise.
This is a 14 line sonnet that I wrote in English Literature at college.