Left alone like an insignificant creature,
tears defining my each and every feature...

It calls me back,day after day,
to pass churlish,pejorative,insolent remarks...

You saw that phone in the window of a shop,
and every time we passed the window you'd stop...

hooga hooga!
bing bing...

this poem is a Ballade
a french form composed of 3 stanzas and an envoy...

I thought you were my soul mate,
I thought you'll always be there...

I was okay,i was cool,
but now i feel like a jealous fool...

So much anger i have never felt,
with so much pain i have never dealt...

This poem is for my best friend and my brother,
just to tell them that they are made for each...

6 line poem of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.1st 4 lines...
messed...

Youre supposed to feel sorry,
youre supposed to feel bad...

This form of poetry has an 11 count syllable each...
your sweet, joyous ,undying smile...