Kindred Spirit

The title doesn't mean anything, it probably a bother

Though the company of another isn't a romantic fling.

A friend is someone you live for — someone you cherish,

Whether it be an Amish or the one for whom you open the door.

I'm probably a loner, someone who's afflicted like a stoner.

But you turned on the light and told me to fight

You started to talk to me and I was a-loner.

It's been weeks and it all started on December

I was in the car, my words leaked and I think you remember.

However, I started a tear that wore you down; I put it away because I hate to see you frown.

Humans were born to love, born to hate.

The pain has stayed but you perched on the branch like a dove.

I will remember the girl with a name

That is not from here but has stayed the same.