Why Is It So

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  • Confusion

    Why Is It So

    Why is it so that I cant stop?
    Why can I not,
    Stop thinking of you?
    I always thought that I knew,
    But I guess I was wrong.
    When I figured out,
    Your love was not there.
    I found a new guy,
    True and blunt.
    The way I like,
    To go and hunt.
    He's there when I need him,
    Day and night.
    No matter what,
    He's by my side.

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    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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