Sixth

I feel like I am trying to mend a picture,
That may not look good when it comes back together;
Just the pieces of our hearts are scattered too apart for a fixture,
And I doubt if I'll ever again get to see them forever.

Blown in the storms of misgivings they were,
Shattered in the darkness of lost nights;
Burdened by the memories they share,
Of everytime when we gave in not wanting to hurt the other,
They tell now the tales of all those lost fights.

With you miles away from me,
I will wake up to a morning which didnt follow a night;
Also the one which doesnt seem to open up to a new day,
'Cause without you- the pieces- they just dont fit the right way.

Fifth

Resort to the sails which in tempests stay high,
Where tranquil holds so firm in the blue;
Where it gets so difficult to distinguish,
The sky from the water, by their hue.

Flow not in the glory of successes,
For the troughs will be as deep as high the crests are;
The oceans wrath, but to make known your worth,
Let the wound be a lesson, and not a mere scar.

Fourth

Words fail me this Wednesday morning,
As the sea strikes furiously the rocks below our feet,
Trying to leave its imprint for ever it seems;
Or maybe, wondering, how long till they break.

But they dont fail anything as much as they fail themselves,
There's something to this,
That it cannot be said,
Something within this,
That is only to be felt.

The sea winds do wipe  away the time spent in your absence,
Melting it in the warmth of your being,
Leaving nothing between us unrealised,
Turning into desirable every moment to come,
And yet not wanting to end this memorable one.