"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?
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| 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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