Love
A combination of four letters,
Pronounced as one syllable,
A heartbeat that echoes in every human chest,
A breath held between words ,
A breath deeply felt,
Where words don't matter,
But it holds infinite emotions.
Sometimes it is energetic,
Sometimes it is pain,
Sometimes it is pleasure,
Sometimes it is tears,
Sometimes it is peace,
Sometimes it is chaos,
Sometimes it is joy,
Sometimes it is sorrow,
Sometimes it is a sense of fulfillment,
Sometimes it a sense of emptiness
Sometimes it is freedom,
Sometimes it is captivity,
Sometimes love is certainty,
And sometimes it is confusion.
Sometimes it is giving,
Sometimes it is demanding,
Sometimes it is healing,
Sometimes it is hurting,
Sometimes it is a beginning,
Sometimes it is an ending,
Sometimes it is a whisper,
Sometimes it is a storm,
Sometimes it is rain,
Sometimes it is fire,
Sometimes it is home,
Sometimes it is wilderness,
Sometimes it is melody,
Sometimes it is silence,
Sometimes it is sunrise,
Sometimes it is sunset,
Sometimes it is a bridge,
Sometimes it is an abyss,
Sometimes it is a candle,
Sometimes it is the wind,
Sometimes it is a journey,
Sometimes it is a destination,
Sometimes it is a question,
Sometimes it is an answer,
Sometimes it is a rose,
Sometimes it is a thorn,
Sometimes it is the sweetest dream,
Sometimes it is the cruelest awakening,
Sometimes it is light,
Sometimes it is shadow,

AHH! Love, just a four letter word,
But what is love?

Love
A gentle heart , a peaceful mind ,
Bright eyes , smiling lips ,Laughter that heals us ,
Kindness in the words , It's a hug that says,
"I am here for you."
A light that guides the lost,
A whisper that calms the storm.

Love is life , so wild, so free.
A word so small, yet a universe unspoken,
It lives in the spaces where hearts are broken .

Sometimes things go bump in the night,

Sometimes shadows dance.

Sometimes my soul writhes in fright,

And sleep has not a chance.



Sometimes my imagination runs free,

Sometimes my senses lie.

Sometimes I feel them after me,

When I am surely fine.



Sometimes I doubt I will be spared,

Sometimes it never ends.

Sometimes I feel alone and scared,

While I'm among good friends.



Sometimes my soul is screaming,

Sometimes I hear no reply.

Sometimes my heart is streaming,

Into a silent sky.



Sometimes I fall into the crack,

Sometimes it isn't fair.

Sometimes I glance behind my back,

But there is no one there.



Sometimes I feel them lurking there,

Sometimes I see a face.

Sometimes what I thought was clear,

Disappears without a trace.



Sometimes I stare straight into death,

Sometimes it stares into me.

Sometimes I take my final breath,

But then I've taken three.



Sometimes I hear them screeching,

Sometimes I see them glow.

Sometimes I just keep reaching,

For what is there, I know.



Sometimes I see my end,

Sometimes it was just a reflection.

Sometimes I seek my friend,

But I can not find the connection.



Sometimes I write this down,

Sometimes my pencil's shaking.

Sometimes I hear a sound,

That starts my sanity breaking.



Sometimes I know true terror,

Sometimes I stare into the void.

Sometimes I wonder where's my carer,

As my soul is just destroyed.



Sometimes I pray my heart out,

Sometimes I beg someone hears.

Sometimes I a battle through a bout,

And never feel him near.



Sometimes poems are not fiction,

Sometimes the story is true.

Sometimes a poet knows her diction,

And just wants to escape through you.

Sometimes I feel alive
sometimes I feel dead
sometimes my heart hurts
sometimes it's all in my head

Sometimes I feel lonely
sometimes I need my space
sometimes there are no problems
sometimes I've got too much to face

Sometimes things go right
sometimes things go wrong
sometimes I fit right in
sometimes I just don't belong

Sometimes I want to laugh
sometimes I want to cry
sometimes I want to live
sometimes I want to die

Sometimes I want to face life
sometimes I want to be gone from sight
sometimes I want to run
sometimes I want to fight

Sometimes I want to sing
sometimes I want to shout
sometimes I know the asnwer
sometimes I'm in doubt

Sometimes I'm happy
sometimes I'm sad
sometimes I'm scared
sometimes I'm mad

Sometimes I want to win
sometimes I want to lose
sometimes I listen to music
sometimes I watch the news

Sometimes I make decisions
sometimes I'm told what to do
sometimes I find life hard
sometimes so do you..

He was a boy, she was a girl,
Do you see where this is going?

Sometimes she was a girl and sometimes he was sweet,
and sometimes they would smile at each other,
and sometimes one would smile and the other would miss it,
and sometimes neither smiled at all.

Sometimes there were others and sometimes there were not
and sometimes the others got too close,
and sometimes she got rather internally possessive,
and sometimes he raised an eyebrow questioningly but got no answer

Sometimes there was music and sometimes there was dancing,
and sometimes they danced and sometimes they didn't,
and sometimes he watched her and sometimes she giggled,
and sometimes she watched him and had to look away

Sometimes she thought in terms of forever,
and sometimes she thought in terms of 'never',
and sometimes she thought in terms of 'maybe',
and sometimes she thought in terms of 'enough',

(because sometimes she didn't feel good enough)
(and sometimes she worried about not being loved enough)
(and sometimes she stressed about not being pretty enough)
(and most times she didn't feel like she was enough)

But sometimes that didn't matter,
because sometimes he smiled and talked enough
and sometimes his stories were funny enough
and sometimes he showed her he cared enough

And sometime she'll realize enough is enough
and that being attractive isn't always a measure of scruff
and that when you love someone you've gotta say that stuff
because leaving is easy when you don't know enough