Here in this pain we seek unrelentless                                                                hopeless to the need not willing to be alone
As time moves more together from apart                                                                  while others are left to wait till their time may come
lonely or not this ever growing act of life                                                      unchanged in time                                                                                                                 meet by the need of someone                                                                                                                                                                                                    
Yet just as hard the act of walking alone                                                                          the act of finding someone
only to find when the end may come for one                                                              the unwillingness to let go
there after only able to have that someone in mind                                                  no longer able to hold
knowing that it may be to late to start a new                                                   suddenly feeling the pain for what it is                                                                                To hold a broken heart hoping in time it may mend                                                                  
Being one we would gladly suffer                                                                                            even change who we are if only to have someone                                                            to hold till we are to feel this pain
In which we eagerly unknowingly stride towards                                                 that of which is left after love                                                                                               if not love again

Like a fragile crystal glass if dropped.
  So too is honesty hard to hold.
For some times honesty is hard to take if truth be told.
  And so we hide it like children playing hide and seek.
Hoping to be last to be found.
Yet honesty should always be lead with.
  Even if it means something gets broken.
For things through honesty may be mended faster.
For honesty whether it’s a good or bad thing.
Honesty is always the best thing of all.

Original for there is only ever one.
Whether it be a sunrise or set no two are the same.
And even a wave that rolls in to meet a sandy shore.
From one to the next they also change.
Yet the beauty of these things we may not forget.
For being original is what sets one thing apart from the next.
And it is to this I say we as people should be original to who we are.
For there will only ever be one of who we are.
For we too are all originals.
And it is those who stay original that may not be forgotten through time.

Life is but a rose bright in first bloom.
  It colours bright but delicate to show its beauty.
   It stem strong to show its strength.
Each may look the same but each are different.
As time drifts by after a while things change.
The rose grows dim its colour once bright now faded.
   Its stem once stronger now weak.
The rose now withered may sadly silently die.
But for each that dies.
  In time another will bloom brightly in its place.
Such as life it will always go on.

Dying moments of night mixed with new life of morning light.
  Like a stone shattering a window, the dawn brakes through the dark sky.
And in its short time brings to life a brand new day one in which is not yet to be wrote upon.
  And even though the dawn only has a small part to play in this day.  
It’s like everything else, it’s not how bigger part you play or the action you take.
  It’s what follows that makes it important.

To give or take.
To love or hate.
To win or lose.
To live or die.
For like a math sum that a teacher write upon a board.
  These too are like numbers that add up to something within our lives.
For just as there is plus or minus.
  We give or take
Yet there is more to this sum of life.
For like to win or lose sometimes you can find yourself divided by a draw.
And yet just like plus and minus are opposites.
   So to are the fractions in our lives.
And yet they are all a part of the same sum.
One in which may be practiced more than the sum of numbers.

A raindrop rolls down a window pane and falls upon a sill.
  So does a teardrop roll down a cheek, to fall or be wiped away.
Yet like a photographer taking a photo to capture a moment.
  A teardrop captures emotions and paints a picture of its own, for all to see.
Yet tears can be of joy or sadness.
And as they have done so many times before.
   Tears always find the right time to fall.
Whether it be the right time for us or not.
For a teardrop holds the truth of a moment.
   In the time it is to fall.