So this is a sad poem of mine! Hope you like it ^^
I would be happy about commis!

Just a nice word in the morning

Death is near
he is always here.
Even when we go to work
we saw each other one last time.

We argued beforehand
and not shown that we miss each other
We heard from each other one last time
And disturbed our love one more time.

I wish we'd said a nice word
And not questioning our love this morning.
I wish you hadn't left then
I know we would have caught up again.

You then sat in the car
you were probably horrified by our argument.
Finally you stepped on the gas
I could never understand how it happened.

You never got to work
I got the call later.
The news changed my life
but my love for you has never changed

If only we had said one kind word to each otherAnd not questioning our love this morning.
Death is there
he is forever close.