I am not proud of this.. this poem is really depressing, I wrote it at an extremely low point in my life.. the only reason I am sharing this is because i think it would prove to be a cathartic and by extension therapeutic exercise..
thinking moments, under a brooding grey sky,
bittersweet memories, the promise and its breaking.
the song of love is long dead and gone by,
tell me what is harder- living life or its taking.
your look is not tender, your touch has turned cold,
so i secret we met, my questions, my fears.
but i shall wait for time to grow old,
and i'll see you again, through silence and tears.