"Why?"
Why did you lie?
When all I did was try
Why always make me cry?
Why didn't you Love?
Instead you pushed and shoved
Why couldn't I feel?
The love and sex appeal
Why be treated like dirt?
Why does it hurt?
Why do I love so much?
Why beg for your touch?
Why cant you see?
The love that needed to be
Why did you leave?
I never would believe
But knew we could achieve
Some great things
Why continue to cry?
When all I got was Bye
Why?
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| "Absent Father" | 0 | 06/14/2009 |
| "Life" | 0 | 06/08/2009 |
| "Husband" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "What a Blessing" | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| "Why?" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "Memories" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "My trials" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "Tears" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "Dreamz" | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| Love Hurts | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| "God's Promises" | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
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