Poem X.

It isn't a matter of

Age, becuase

Either way

One knows

What it means

To love someone.

To love someone,

It means to simply discover

Who they are,

Who you are.

To hate them is something

Totally diffrent.

To hate someone,

You just know them

Before you judge-

Or else,

It could be just

Plain jealousy.

Jealousy is

What the mind,

What the heart,

Calls wishing.

Wishing that you had what

They had;

Wishing that

You had the

Love, the hate,

That they had.

But in a way,

Everybody

Has those three things:

Love,

Hate,

And Jealousy.

Where would the

Human race be

Without those

Simply everyday

Feelings that we have?

We would be nowhere,

And we would not exist

After a while

If we did not

Have those...

Simple....

Feelings.