Agony Poem by Thomas Howe

The nights of agony begin
Depressing as a song from a violin
You want to figure things out
It's you I want beyond a doubt
You say I don't understand
I want to give you a hand
You won't let me be there
Even though I still care
I have to respect your request
I'm getting more and more depressed
I'm willing to go through this
For another amazing kiss
Everything reminds me of you
My love remains true
I wish for my thoughts to end
You just want to be my friend
I'm not happy and won't be
Until your back with me