One of my earliest poems...Dont write poetry anymore these days though....This one I think uses a bit of cliche, but passable for a 16 year old I suppose :-)
Here lie two torn tickets for a concert
Where, listening to Tchaikovsky and Schubert,
I wanted to withdraw my love for you
And do it, oh-so-politely too.
I watched you, seemingly rapt,
Listening to the sad music – so apt
To this occasion; To be unkind
Was farthest from my mind.
I wanted to make it easy
For you – Just a final breezy
Goodbye. Felt the heavens drop on my head
When outside the theatre you just said,
“I don’t think we should meet again.”
I stood still in the pouring rain