Love,
is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,
so evil, dark, and dangerous.

Life,
is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects
yet,
ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.

Friendship,
like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,
yet,
differing, imperfect, and vast.

We are a part of the forest.

You sit in front,
not behind,
They don't notice you,
but you feel butterflies.
You see them,
but they doesn't see you,
you find yourself,
jealous,
jealous,
of that one,
the person who holds their attention,
you are standing right next to the person,
just inches away,
but they don't see you.
Why?
Why do I feel this way?
They are someone who you don't
even
like.

You notice those around you seem to move on fast
but you stand in your position.
Time moves fast enough.
You realize you may be stuck in the past
but others don't notice.
Life goes by fast enough.

She sits alone,
You try to approach but don't,
She talks to herself,
You want to talk to her but don't,
She wants to tell you something,
You want to hear her but you don't,
You ignore her, and she, she, she,
Falls,
You,
Fall,
You wish you listened.

My world has been taken away,
It was the only thing I had left,
Now it's gone,

I loved,
I lasted,
For a while,

Now it's gone.

My world has been taken away.

The Hunters of Artemis

Invincible,
to everything,
except battle scars,
Running,
as companions,
through the woods,
Saying,
goodbye to,
men and boys,
Gaining,
unless they,
break their oath.