Writing

Here comes the cold again,

So many more ways than one.

Stand easily against one,

But fall to my knees in the face of another.

Warmth I have,

More than enough to share.

That is all I want,

To lay before the fire and not watch the flames.

——–

 

Lonely.

To say it seems so simple,

But to understand it is another.

It’s not like I have to be alone,

Yet just because there is someone,

Does not mean they wash away the feeling.

It takes much more than just the company,

If it were so easy there would be no pain.

———

Passion.

What is passion?

Passion takes many meanings,

Too many confuse it with love.

It is easy to be passionate,

Without feeling love.

Love changes passion,

Shapes it and gives a deeper meaning.

Yet sometimes too,

Love might impede it as well.

For passion,

Love can easily be,

The end.