The day that we fought Our last squabble through the night Not the loudest still the most breathe taken
I said nothing then stillness swallowed us
He said nothing, but I knew what he wanted He said nothing, but I heard “I am tired‟ from his lips He said nothing, but I heard “we aren’t happy anymore‟ in his voice He said nothing, but I clearly heard ” we lose our laugh‟
He said nothing
Just nothing
Yet I replied, “I give up, we are done.”
He still kept his void and just gone
This is my old poetry, I don't like it very much because it's so simple. I don't like the poetry as I hate the chapter written in my life.