The answers I've sought never seemed too far,
But i accepted the pursuit was neverendng.

  It feels right to persue.

Years before, I dreamt of you.
Not knowing, even after we met.
A girl, on a bus, looking back at me.
Departed, and heavied my chest.

Long ago, when young, i felt the longing,
Not unlike homesickness,
But for this fictional character i witnessed.

There will never be a time i wasn't connected.
Her face, her head laden with long black hair
the other half, the female half
the same, but having what i do not have.

Growing up, with mental uncertainty
This dream of the half of me, left

In such a hurry.

Always around, but too far away.

Im homesick for the time I didnt know this dream.

Roses are red,
This, i assume.
Like many things i see in my room.

Laptops are black.
Carpet is brown?
How can i be sure,

Take one look around!

You say, what is blue, is blue. I do too.
But what's blue to you, to me, may be new
Perhaps with my eyes attached to your brain,
You'll, instead, not see "blue", but some color you cant name!

So if roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Then your confident enough.

One loves another.
Content with each other.
When contentment is lost,

The lovers soon part.

They speak of true love,
And they say it's easy to know.
I believe that it is.

But I don't think THEY know.

Sadness,
anger,
Results of this feeling.
But at the same time are dwarfed
By its true nature.

And the feeling, more often than not, misconstrued
Is VASTLY different.
And more often, is used.



For when lovers part, forget, and move on,
They "No longer love", for love, it was not

But often true love, is outside of the box.
With someone you love, you're content to just watch.

To see that their happy, will make YOU as well.
And their sadness and worry will prompt you to help,
Whatever they feel or do, it will seem
Is connected to you.
As if your one being.

It's not just for Lovers, and most often, is not.

But if your lucky enough, the love that you shared, means this much.