Beneath the boughs of green and gold,  
Where whispers of the past are told,  
He stood, a heart both fierce and shy,  
A question poised beneath the sky.  

His best friend’s eyes, a steady flame,  
Met his, a mix of hope and shame.  
A laugh, a nudge, a teasing cheer,  
Yet now he spoke, and silence near.  

“I love you more than words have dared,  
More than moments we’ve ever shared.”  
The wind held breath, the branches stilled,  
As longing, once hidden, was fulfilled.  

She smiled, the softest, sweetest curve,  
A response that calmed each nerve.  
“I’ve waited for this truth to bloom,  
For love to fill this quiet room.”  

Under the pear tree, old and wise,  
They found their courage, shed disguise.  
Roots entwined, like fates aligned,  
Two souls confessed, no longer blind.  

And in that dusk, beneath the leaves,  
They wove a story time believes.  
For love once whispered, once set free,  
Can only grow, like that old tree.

Something in the rain, where my tears collide,  
With the ache in my chest that I can't quite define.  
A pain without reason, but it’s heavy and deep,  
In the downpour, I crumble, too tired to weep.  

Something in the rain, when I let go inside,  
Too lazy to move, too numb to decide.  
It’s strange, I laugh it off, don’t know why,  
Maybe it’s easier than asking or trying to hide.  

Something in the rain, reminds me of you,  
The way you would laugh, the joy that broke through.  
Now I'm left with the sound of drops on the ground,  
And the echoes of memories where you can't be found.

I know who I am, my heart holds the key,  
Not the words he speaks, nor what he sees in me.  
I stand in my truth, in the quiet and still,  
With courage and strength, I bend to my will.  

The power is mine, to shape and renew,  
To craft my own miracle, a life that's true.  
I’ll honor my soul, in the path I choose,  
For staying true to myself, there's nothing to lose.  

In moments of doubt, I’ll rise and declare,  
I am more than his judgment, free from despair.  
A favor I give, to the person I am,  
To stay fiercely loyal to my own inner plan.

In a city that buzzes, yet feels so alone,  
A heart wanders aimless, a soul overgrown.  
Scrolling through profiles, each swipe feels the same,  
Behind every smile, there's a shadow of pain.

Late nights on screens, where the laughter seems bright,  
But inside there's a struggle, a fading light.  
“Is love just a filter?” they ponder and sigh,  
As emojis and hashtags just pass them by.

Cafés filled with chatter, but they sit in a haze,  
Lost in the noise, caught in a daze.  
“Why can’t I connect?” they silently cry,  
While the world moves around them, they wonder why.

Their heart’s a soft whisper, hidden beneath,  
A longing for touch, but fear feels like teeth.  
They dream of a hand that might hold them so tight,  
But the search for connection feels like endless night.

Yet deep down a flicker, a hope starts to bloom,  
That love might emerge from the depths of the gloom.  
For in this vast chaos, where hearts often break,  
Perhaps one kindred spirit will finally awake.

So they take a deep breath, step out of the shade,  
Embracing the journey, the risk must be made.  
In this modern society, where darkness can creep,  
They’ll chase after love, even if it feels steep.

In a world where tech meets tradition's embrace,  
Different generations share the same space.  
Boomers recall when phones had a cord,  
While Gen Z’s like, “What’s a landline? Oh, bored!”

Millennials swipe left, then swipe right with glee,  
Finding love in the pixels, or so it would seem.  
Gen X rolls their eyes, with a sigh and a grin,  
“Back in my day, we didn’t need apps to win!”

And what of identities, vibrant and wide?  
From he, she, they—everyone can decide.  
With labels aplenty, each story unique,  
Expressions of self, not just a technique.

A non-binary friend might just say with a cheer,  
“I’m me, and that’s fabulous, loud and clear!”  
While trans folks remind us, it’s all about choice,  
Embracing our truths, let’s raise up our voice!

So here’s to the ages, and identities bold,  
A tapestry woven, with stories retold.  
In this colorful world, let’s dance side by side,  
Celebrate differences, with love as our guide!

In a world where sarcasm reigns supreme,  
A mordant life is not just a meme.  
With a smirk and a sigh, they navigate the day,  
Finding humor in chaos, come what may.

Coffee’s too bitter, the toast burned to ash,  
Yet they laugh at the folly, in a cheeky flash.  
“Why fix what’s broken?” they jest with a grin,  
“Embrace the disaster, let the fun begin!”

They stroll through the park, with a cynical flair,  
Dodging the squirrels like they just don’t care.  
“Nature’s overrated,” they quip with a wink,  
“I’ll take Wi-Fi and snacks, that’s my kind of sync!”

Dinner’s a gamble, a culinary fight,  
Burnt spaghetti? Just call it ‘charcoal delight!’  
With each failed recipe, they raise up a toast,  
“To all of our mishaps—let’s brag, not boast!”

So here’s to the mordants, with laughter they thrive,  
Turning daily drudgery into a lively jive.  
Life may throw curveballs, but they’ll just roll with it,  
In their mordant lifestyle, they’re the ones who commit!

I’m 22, still drifting, 
Not lost, but searching, 
I don’t want hands to hold right now, 
I want to grasp the sky. 

Why can’t I just be me? 
They say love is the answer, 
But I have no questions for it. 
Not now, not today. 
I want freedom that tastes like gold, 
Not promises I can’t breathe in. 

Someday, maybe, 
I’ll find someone, 
When the sun isn’t setting too soon, 
When my heart is calm, not craving. 
But not today. 
Today, I want the world to see me, 
Unfiltered, unclaimed, untethered. 

I have time, but I don’t feel it, 
I have dreams, but they stay just out of reach. 
I want a life I can’t yet touch, 
A life not built on someone else’s heartbeat, 
But the sound of my own, 
Running wild. 

Someday, maybe, 
But not today. 
Today, I choose to be enough, 
For myself, for my dreams, for the world. 
I’ll find someone, 
But first, I need to find me.

I’m a love guru, or so they say, 
whispering wisdom to couples each day. 
I paint love’s picture, a masterpiece bright, 
yet somehow, my canvas stays blank every night. 

“Just text her back!” or “Give him some space,” 
I solve their dilemmas with effortless grace. 
Like Cupid, I aim, they fall head over heels, 
while my own heart spins like training wheels. 

I’m the matchmaker, the sage of romance, 
helping their love life take off like a dance. 
But when they ask, “So, who’s your sweet thing?” 
I just laugh and shrug— What’s that supposed to mean?

“I guide to treasures,” I say with a grin, 
“Like a pirate with no ship to sail in.” 
They laugh, I laugh, we all share the joke— 
While I Netflix alone, wrapped up in a cloak. 

I’ve got advice for days, for them, not for me, 
an oracle of love who’s still running free. 
So if you ask, “Why are you single, my friend?” 
Just know, this treasure map has no end!

I'm proud of me, I stand up tall, 
but then my thoughts begin to call. 
They whisper doubts, they plant the seed, 
of every fear I never need. 
 
I'm happy here, in quiet peace, 
but thoughts demand I must release 
This joy, this calm—they say it’s fake, 
that I should learn from each mistake. 
 
I long to sleep, to rest my mind, 
but thoughts, relentless, stay behind. 
They spin and twist, they speak of fears, 
they magnify my hidden tears. 
 
When I’m confused, they scream and shout, 
“You’re not enough, there is no doubt.” 
Though I resist, they find a way, 
to shake my soul, to cloud my day. 
 
But still I fight, though thoughts may win, 
this battle wages deep within. 
I'll stand my ground, though they intrude, 
gor I am strong, and they’ll be subdued.

Maybe I'm happy, or maybe I'm not, 
caught in between with the battles I've fought. 
Maybe I'm sad, but I can’t really tell, 
lost in a place where I silently dwell.

Maybe I don’t know the path I should take, 
maybe the choices I make are mistakes. 
Maybe I'm too honest, too raw and exposed, 
Maybe I lie to protect what I hold close.

Maybe I’m longing for space, for release, 
or maybe this chaos will never cease. 
maybe the world’s turned its back on me, 
Or maybe I’m blind to the truth I can’t see.

Maybe I’m foolish, lost in the haze, 
or maybe this is just one of those days.