Love
What are we to do about love?
Can you avoid it?
Can you ignore it?
No you cannot do either of those.
No you cannot help thinking of the other.
When you do, you get lost.
Lost in a whirl of memories.
Those memories make you love the other more.
But they make it harder to be apart.
When you are together you are yourself
You are who you were meant to be.
When you are apart you are missing something
Always missing.
Never ending.
This never ending ache then ends
It ends when you're with the other
When you run up and greet them
Whether it be with a hearty hello, a hug, or a kiss.
Especially if they respond in kind.
Having a significant other
Is better than having a sister or brother.
They are someone you can trust with your heart.
With whom you can never be fully apart.
Oh what a feeling that you feel!
That feels so good it seems not real.
Oh what joy when the other leaves something for you.
Maybe it is an object or a clue that they are saying "I love you".
Those three heart felt words can mean so much
They can give the heart the perfect gentle touch.
If said truthfully they are the most musical words in the universe
If said untruthfully then things could get much much worse.
The times that you spend with them are always the best
Whether you are going bowling or studying for a test.
Maybe you just go on a walk
Or possibly you just stay home and talk.
What ever you like to do
Make sure to say I love you
Whether it be with words or a pact,
This should always be a fact.

Alone
At what Point are you alone?
Is it when nobody's physically next to you?
Is it when nobody is there next to you that cares for you?
Or maybe being lonely only happens when you think some people will know your feelings than you realize that they don't.
Maybe they're only a few people in the world of 9 Billion people who truly understand but you are not with them.
They are not there to help understand,
to hug you when you are lonely
to be there when you're crying
to be there when you're broke inside you need someone to fix you up
These are what true friends are.
They are there to build you up when you break down.
When you're with those special people or in particular that special one person you feel makes your life complete.
You feel that you have found the joy your life was missing.
That there is no nobody else in the world that will make you happy.
Aside from those people or that person.
when you are without these people or that specific person
you try to get others understand.
You might try to explain to someone else who is not one of your special people your thoughts or feelings.
Confiding in them.
But they don't understand.
They may treat it as no big deal.
Is this loneliness?
The lack of friends, the lack of people who understand?
Not just the lack of people but the lack of understanding caring people?
While feeling this loneliness does it not make sense to escape?
To make your way out of this feeling as much as possible?
To be with those that care and understand you ,and you them?
You must cherish these moments you have and strive for more of them.
These will make the famine of loneliness less bleak.
These will give you hope like the light at the end of a tunnel.
To make the transition from loneliness to happiness.
Joy is what everyone deserves in life Always strive for what makes you happy.

Within the darkness there is a solitary flame.
Flickering, nobody but the wind to blame.
The wind could do nothing, no, not even faze.
Next, the cold and damp rolls right in.
Now the blanket of warmth is turned thin.
The flame is now much weaker in this gloomy haze.
Within these conditions the flame cannot thrive.
No, within these conditions the flame cannot survive.
Now dying alone in this darkness, no longer the previously warm blaze.

These elements can't help who they are.
Just as much as a sun can't help being a star.
The flame just does not belong here.
Where it faces the cold and gloom in fear.
It must leave and return,
To the place where it can be bright and burn.
There it can thrive.
There it can surely survive.

I start way up high,
with others like me in the sky.
I am a raindrop.
We are all the same.
None of us are the cream of the crop.
None of us are lame.
We are waiting up here.
Just waiting to go.
Up here in the atmosphere.
Waiting to flow.
First we must fall.
First it must be cold.
There is no warning call.
No sign of us getting old.
The warmth brought us here.
Cooling will do the opposite.
To allow us to fall like a tear.
To allow us to fall composite.
Then my journey will start.
I hope for great joy.
Like an actor getting to play their part.
Like a child getting their first toy.
I can feel the cold creeping in
and the warmth starting to fade.
Now my travels will soon begin.
Could my travel start with a glade?
Maybe I will land in a lake.
Maybe I will land in the city.
Hopefully not the latter for my sake.
For I may be stomped on without pity.
My time here is now done.
No more having to wait.
It is hopefully time to have some fun.
Falling, I will soon see my fate