my breathing hurts; without you i see stars. brown eyes dilate and my warm heart boasts, hardly focused and you’ve too many bars. pushed away but you know that i care most
i roll over in the sheets you just spread but you can’t even look me in the eye so you decided love is buríed and the idea of us must soon die
my heart is sick of putting up a fight, ever since you held me i have foil’d. the hardest thing is feeling very quite of you, and with every sigh, i’m toil’d.
just know you’ll always be my beloved and i’ll remember you wanted me removed
a.d
So these end rhymes are from one of shakespeare's many sonnets, so ill give him that. this was a difficult assignment for poetry actually, creating your own poem in iambic pentameter with given end rhymes. very fun though and i love it