Is there a need?
Is there a must?
To destroy all we hold dear,
And all our trust?
I would ask aloud,
Though you won't hear.
You believed I was proud,
But I only felt fear.
Everything that is coming,
Is that what you wanted?
It sounds like beasts drumming,
As though we're being hunted.
Our future is invisible.
You, who is unpredictable,
And me, who hides,
Why is it you that decides?
Why is it strange for me,
But easy for you?
The fact that you're free,
But not me, leaves me blue.
Why us?
Why now?
If gold can rust,
Will you tell me how?
Why here?
Its specialty to me is unclear.
Why this?
I feel sorrow, not bliss.
Tell me why.
Before the tension,
Answer my question.
Our else it's goodbye.
Tell me, I beg of you,
Why does your love seem untrue?
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Small Poems...
PoetryNothing special, nothing new. Just your average teenage poetry. Some poems are old, some new. But if they sound childish, it's up to you. !]
