If you’ve got a problem, speak it now, 
I don’t have all day, can’t show you how. 
You stir my best memories from the past, 
But I know, in time, they’ll turn to ash. 

I’ve got trust issues, deep as the sea, 
So if you love me, say it honestly. 
Before the sun sinks, and shadows creep, 
Before my mind falls too far, too deep. 

Bad thoughts swirl, a storm in my head, 
Crazy whispers that fill me with dread. 
Don’t bother me when I’m on this edge, 
One wrong word, and I might pledge— 

To forget it all, the good old days, 
Bitter-sweet moments, lost in a haze. 
So much for joy, for laughter’s sound, 
Say you love me, before the sun goes down.

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!