Snow

Falling, falling, falling
Forming my uniqueness in this cold

Falling, falling, falling

Melting partially due to inconsistent warmth
Changed by coming together and separating

Falling, falling, falling
Will you allow me to fall to the ground
Or would you catch me on your palm?

Gaia and Luna

Being pulled by your gravity
Perpetually orbiting you
My movement affecting your tides

You only see one side of me
The other, forever hidden
Always borrowing light from a greater source

Will be going on and on in circles
Near each other, but could never touch
You are my Earth, I am your Moon

Amp

Amphetamines are stimulants. They keep you up at night. They let you have a certain alertness. It increases the levels of norepinephrine, serotonin and dopamine. These hormones are the same ones that messes up your senses when you're in love. And I guess, that's what makes amp addictive, it gives you a feeling of euphoria.

But with every high, there is a downside. When the effects had worn out, you'll feel restless, irritable and depressed. Maybe that's what makes you long for it, so that you get rid of these ill feelings and get back the euphoric state.

As Bella is Edward's own personal brand of heroin, you are my own kind of amphetamine.

Knight and Damsel

You slay my dragons of despair. You get rid of the evil sorceress who takes away my happiness. You bring down the tower that life has built around me. You take down each of the brick of failures and broken hearts. My sincerest dreams are locked away in a fortress, but you are there to set them free.

I will always be your damsel in distress, eternally to be rescued. You will always be my knight in shining armor, my eternal savior.

But like Guinevere and Lancelot, we are not meant to be together. You will have a king to serve, a fellowship to protect and a kingdom to honor. I am not meant for you and my love for you banishes me to solitude.

Love and Matter

Love is like matter. It doesn't disappear, it only changes forms.

I know of a love that from solid turned into gas. As gas, you are not able to see it, but you feel it's properties. You even breath it.

I know of a love that from solid turned into liquid. You can't grasp it unlike before, but it follows the shape of what container you place it in.

I know of a love that has always been plasma. The heat coming from it is so strong, but unlike any solid, you can't have a hold on to it. The liquid of the previous one would either feign it or be its accelerant.

They say two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time? If love is like matter, does this principle apply? Maybe it does. But I believe the heart has enough space to accommodate more than one form of love.

Adelie Penguins

They don't have the exotic touch of the Macaroni's and Rockhopper's hairs. They lack the colorful throat patch of the King and emperor. Some even describe their appearance as comical. They walk awkwardly with their tuxedo shirt front and white ring around their eyes.

But there's one thing that makes them different, they spend their lives looking for that one other penguin, and if they found that one, they're going to be with each other for the rest of their lives. And even if they may lose each other temporarily in the hustle and bustle of swimming back to the ocean, come mating time, they'll find each other on the nest they built.