Alright, I found two other poems while I was going through some discs and such and figured I'd post them here for your pleasure. If you're wondering, yes, I'm a hopeless romantic and no, I'm not really ashamed of it, though it seems to skew my writing perspective, obviously. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

The Ballad of My Heart

When the day runs long and the sky grows dim,
When your eyes gleam dully and you hum a lonely hymn,
There’s a place far away from life’s ongoing race,
A place to rest your head and a chance to slow your pace.
It’s a home away from home, far from your world’s strife,
It’s there to sooth your soul and put back together your life.
When nothing seems to go your way and trample you to the ground,
When fear and hate mix together and hunt you like a bloodthirsty hound,
When you stand up against life and try to fight it back,
Only to be crushed again and ridiculed for strengths you lack.
This place is not a thing, but a person who trusts and loves,
Whose faith that you will continue on is as pure as white on doves.
Their heart exists for a strong purpose, to urge you to do your best,
And they continue to love you when you do worse than the rest.
This person isn’t a thing that you just use and throw away,
Nor are they someone that you can just take for granted each day.
They’re not a boyfriend or a girlfriend, nothing as superficial as that,
Nor are they a fair-weather friend who runs at the drop of a hat.
This person stays with you through thick and thin and never leaves you behind,
This person also comforts your heart, and always wants to be kind.
Now, I’m not sure about you, dear friend, who vainly searches for hope,
And when you don’t get what you want you end up cutting your own rope.
I don’t know about you, dear friend, crying to set your heart free,
But this person that I speak of, dear friend, for me that person is me.
I’ve lost my hope in humanity, and no one’s told that I’m wrong,
Because without being burdened by backstabbing friends I can be twice as strong.
I have to be stronger, you know, because I don’t have your luxury,
I don’t like telling about my problems, my shattered hopes or smashed dreams,
I’m not the man you think I really am, I’ve been torn apart at the seams.
I was forced to do my own needlework, to patch up my world, my heart,
I continue to parry blow after blow against what may yet tear me apart.
I like to listen, to music and words; I try to help others get by,
To listen to them tear open their hearts, to hear why their life went awry.
I guess you could call me a hypocrite; helping others but not letting them help me,
I just don’t know how to hand my burden to another and lose my control, you see.
I may seem touchy-feely at times; I’ve had people reject my touch,
But I guess I do it to remind myself that I exist, I’m real, it’s my emotional crutch.
I’m not strong, dear friend, I’m weak and tired, but I don’t stop or give in,
I keep pressing, hoping I can live off just my faith in God, hoping one day I’ll win.
But, I’m supposed to trust, to let the faith of Christians flow sweetly into me,
I want to cry, to shed tears till I drown; I want someone to help me fly free.

And here's the second one, sorry for the double post, just wanted to make it easier to read.

My Travels, My Return

And so I come before you,
Weary from my long journey.
It has been difficult,
And you must forgive my haggard appearance,
But I stand before you now stronger
Than I was at the start of my travels.
As I see you smiling so brightly at my return,
I cannot help but let
The hardships slip from my memory
As easily as our arms slip around each other
Into an embrace that I do not want to end.
But I have been called,
And I must follow,
And so we part ways again.
After such a peaceful time,
In which I was able to truly sheathe the sword
That I am so used to wielding in my daily walk,
I am unwilling to continue on,
But I make that first step and stride away,
Knowing that my steps will return me to you soon.
And so I am left with faith, hope and love.
And the greatest of these?
Love.

Very nice. ^^

Also, you can keep all your poems in one topic. You don't neccessarily have to make new topics for each poem you write.