Love Is Lost
Love is lost and but yet still here
only when it's our greatest fear.
Some get lucky and fall gracefully.
Some fall painfully.
With this knowledge that I've obtained
it still can't seem to stay away.
As much as i'd like to say I hate it
whenever I have it I call it underrated.
My love, My future and my dearest best friend
my heart is so open it pains me to say
May your love never run away.
May your love never be lost.
I know I'll lose your love.
One of Oak
The other with birch tree leaves
side by side their roots stretch through the ground.
Day by day they experience the seasons change together
from bitter cold winters to blazing hot summers
still they stand there saying good mornin, good afternoon, and goodnight
to each other with a simple wave of their leaves.
Though they may have different leaves that stomp the ground
with their own footprints each fall.
Their trucks may not work together like fire and rain.
They may not mix like water and oil
but they stay woven together in each others hearts.
Dancing with disparity