(This poem type is called an Etheree, which...
Breath...

(Still hopelessly trying to work on this.)
Once, a day, when images of unhappy thoughts...

(This kind of turned into a song... O_o)
Above me, sits a perfect sky...

Hello, double me, that I can see,
I see you hiding, coming to get me...

(This poem type is called Naani, and is a famous...
Distress...

Over the years, I have learnt to fear you,
To loath you, to hate you and to break you...

He embraced her, and kissed her passionately,
Wishing he'd never enrolled, desperately...