Standing before the dusk had arrive, Waiting for the dark to come and subside, Remembering the pains before I dive, And your memories left me as my guide. I can still smell the fragrance of yours, The beat of your heart I still hear it's boom, Your smile and chuckle are my golds, Gives me strength to fights in every storm. But now that I am alone in the dark, Sitting at one corner that I've been cried, Hearing your voice and the dogs howled and bark, Then I saw our picture, though sad I tried, To forget everything even your eyes, But I can't I want you to be back 'gain.
A five year old poem. I made this when I was still in junior high.