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I would not be the sun to end your night,
Nor would I be the wall to turn your tears.
But I will watch with you until it’s light.

Because there are no words to set things right
Nor hopes that one immersed in mourning hears,
I would not be the sun to end your night,

Offering a wisdom far too bright
To soothe your pain or put to rest your fears.
But I will watch with you until it’s light.

There must be time to grieve that sorrow might
Be equal to the love of days and years.
I would not be the sun to end your night.

For grief, before it breaks, must reach its height,
And tides must turn before one homeward steers.
But I will watch with you until it’s light.

There are agonies no friendship can requite,
A bitterness unstained till dawn appears.
I would not be the sun to end your night.
But I will watch with you until it’s light.

Poetry by : Nicholas Gordon

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This poetry perfectly describes a friendship that has gone through many hardships such as mine. Trial and errors are a must to help strengthen the bonds of friendship. Without these trial and errors, a friendship can never be for it would be as if a whole cucumber sitting beside a whole carrot, each an individual of it’s own.

With trial and error, both the cucumber and the carrot, finely chopped, mixed together would bring about a whole new enhancement. Just like friendship, you’d need to go through some hardships together to know each other better and this would help strengthen the bond already formed.

I don’t want to hurt you
But all your actions make me do
The bitterness between us four
Makes me want to cry a pool

Now I’m drowning, gasping for air
It shouldn’t be like this, this just isn’t fair
Should Pride bring me to his lair
The loneliness, the silence, I cannot bear

The grief, the ache, it must not sustain
I must find a cure to this pain
Will I succumb? Fall again and again?
I rather hope not, I might go insane

I’ve found a solution
After a long contemplation
Hell with egoism
I’ll just say sorry, that’s my resolution

Will we ever be friends again?
Like how we once were, once back then
I’ve really missed the times we’ve shared
And all the moments you showed you care

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Every semester, my assignment team members and I, we’d always get into hell of a lot of arguments about well…almost everything. This kind of arguments sometimes fun, sometimes bad, sometimes it even jeopardized the friendship we have. Who is wrong, who is right? We don’t know. But will our friendship hold on until we graduate? No one knows. But I do know for sure that, those are the times that will go unforgotten and cherished.

I want you back now that you’re gone.
My heart’s a pit no love can fill.
I stumble through my days of stone
Bereft of joy, bereft of will.

I could not tell myself I loved
You as I did for fear of pain.
Far easier not to be moved,
Than moved to love, and hurt again.

How stupid! I loved anyway,
And now the blame is all my own.
Please rescue me, this torture stay,
And for my sin I will atone.

Poetry by : Nicholas Gordon

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This poetry here kept calling to me as I read it’s contents. I used to have a boyfriend who loved me tremendously despite all the treacherous things I have done to him. All he did was forgave me for what I have done and continued to love me more and more.

But overtime, his love seem to get on my nerves, I knew that I needed to get away, his love for me was strangling me where I sat, one might think there was no such thing as too much love, but I begged to differ…and so I left.

Days after I left him, I felt bereft of something in my heart, it was tugging and pulling at me, trying to tell me something. So I searched and searched and searched. Finally I came upon the answer. An answer I never wanted to know. I missed him and I want him back. But no, I did not get him back for he had found someone new in his life. And for that thought alone, my fragile heart broke.

But I did not beg for his return. No, I just smiled and wished him well.