Lost loves, pain, you name, this has it. Hope you like the poems I write when I'm in pain or love.

The frosty wind threw itself towards us as we stared into the sunset. The rain grew harder and harder as the sun fell. The moon soon covered us in it's soft silver blanket. My hand cradled in Malia's, we looked down at the ground below the cliff. My shiny black dress flowing in the wind and hitting Malia's red flowy dress. We looked at each other. We nodded and tightened our grip on each other. We had just been reunited and didn't want to part. She let my hand go and wrapped her arm around my waist and I wrapped arm around her shoulders. She kissed me on the cheek and she started to walk forward and off the cliff an I followed. Each of our right foots dangled over the edge as we felt arms grab us and throw us onto hugs. We returned the hugs and then a painful look fell across Malia's face after I heard a gunshot. She fell backwards over the edge and I threw myself over reaching for her. My hand grasped hers and I threw her into my arms with her face buried into my chest. Tears streamed down my already wet face as I heard screams of 'NO!'. She opened her eyes and we smashed lips as the ground grew closer and closer to us. We were parted by a rock, and we reached for each other as the ground grew farther and farther away from our reaching hands.....