why?
why do we hurt
the ones we love,
why do we lie
to the ones that tell us
the truth,
why do we underestimate
the ones who help us
get to where we are,
why?
why do they still help us
through the pain,
why do they still
tell us the truth
even when it hurts to hear,
why do they still
boost us up
instead of tearing us down,
why?
I thought I would try kinda what E. E. Cummings did. For those of you that don't know what he does, he rarely uses any punctuation or capitalization. I think a lot of poets are big on capitalizing and punctuating every little thing, so I thought, why not try something different? So let me know what you think. I might do some more in this style and I might do some in my usual style, I don't really know.
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Simply Life- A Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems about life; not necessarily mine, just what lots of different people go through and some thoughts on everything.
