It's time to share another poem. This one I wrote too when I was young, Autumn 2001, to be more exact. This poem doesn't have a name.
If I had you here tonight
Would you listen and would you make it alright?
I hear your voice
echo through my heart
I remember my last choice
and then my depart
I stand here on my empty road
I want you near, I feel so cold.
I said no more,
and continued into the emptyness
I threw the masks I wore,
and am left bare in my loneliness
I'm but a pale picture of she I used to call Me
I'm only a failed mixture of someone who wants to be free
I lost you,
in my search for completion
But it was torned in two,
and I was convicted for treason
I'm calling you that used to whisper soft words of hope
But the only thing left is this letter in a shattered envelope
Please, answer my cries,
that echoes through my night
I have now silenced my lies,
and taken up my fight
You that held the key
to my heart
Bring back the one I called Me,
you are my last mark
I need to come back to you,
But will you listen, and will you care?
For I have nothing else to do
Because only you can end this despair
Yet again, I find the poem to be inconsistant and erratic. For example, the structure: Sometimes it rhymes four times and four lines, another section only have two rhymes and two lines. But maybe it only bothers me?