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

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

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...

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...

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

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

It happened so quick,
it happened so fast...

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