There are two types of people in this world:

1) The happy ones
The ones who love life
Love living
Have joy
In their hearts

2) The gentle ones
Who let others go first
Are always content
Not really sad
But not happy either

3) The ones like me
Too sad
Too tired
Too alone
Worrying  too much
And too confused
By life
To even count

I was told
That my pen
Seems to leak sadness

But this is not true

It is my soul,
Which leaks sadness

It is my mind
My heart
My arms
My legs
Which leak sadness

It is me,
Which leaks sadness

So do not blame my pen
It is me
Leaking sadness

Not the pen

You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.