Why is it so, the sun sets in the afternoon?
Why is it so, that I may not see you soon?
Why is it so, every passing hour hurts more?
Why is it so, lifes' become a bore?
Why is it that the sound of rain reminds me of you?
Why is it that you play that solemn tune?
The tune that sticks and sings in my head.
Every night before I lay in my bed.
Why?
Why do you care to see?
You look at me with eyes of glee.
Understanding is hard to do, when all I think of is you.
How?
How do you love me so?
When all my loves have burned me, woe!
A love, a lie and inbetween.
A man I see is scorned to bleed.
A twist of fate has lead us so.
Along the path and down the road.
We need not understand why we stand, our toes are buried beneath the sand.
And yet still a gaze leaves me confused, as you continue to hum that solemn tune.
You haunt me now, late at night.
A ghost, a tune and a question.
Why?
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryJust little things I come up with every now and again. Enjoy them and the hopeful insight they give you.
