8th Grade Poems, To and From

Describing Love-Bella

My walk is rendered useless

With no one else but me.

I'm sure I look strange to the people

Who enjoy it with their dogs or family.

It's a bluff to the mailbox,

When I really just want some peace.

With the birds, bright sky, smell of rain;

One would say the beautiful masterpiece.

It's a breath of fresh air,

Rejuvenating my spirits,

Until I realize I'm to walk it alone,

Lonely even in appearance.

But I amuse myself with the thought

That someone else is walking alone,

Someone else who would cross my path

Dare they had the courage shown.

It's funny, for I could be describing love;

The walk of discovery, the walk between hearts,

It's useless unless there's two together,

Useless, if love is sparse.

And yet it may still be beautiful,

A fantasy for one to live in;

Perhaps another could join in,

If only their hearts are not timid.

But shall it remain one,

It's a useless waste of energy.

And it's painful, false hope,

For it's all fake memories.

So maybe I could search

For the one I hope is walking alone;

They say love, you cannot force it,

But an unwatered flower has never grown.

But I have not yet the confidence,

Nor the realm to search the unknown;

I wish someone could tell me

So I don't have to walk it alone.