Reasons
Blue eyes, Blue lies.
To start a poem I must believe,
To believe a lie is to survive.
And the lie is I have to say goodbye.
Some say I must confess, others no.
The courage to stand doesn't exist.
The poems created, still are in pieces.
No word can express what I miss.
Reasons are for those who leave,
lessons are for those who love.
Both sides describes me,
But the reasons fills the gap.
