Friday, October 22, 2010

Why?

Why?


Why? When I have you,
I also have the pain,
the pain, I get,
when your gone.

The loneliness,
that creeps, and crawls,
up inside me.

The pain,
The pain, my heart is filled with,
when I miss you.

Why? When I have you,
I also have the pain,
the pain, I get,
when your gone.

When your preoccupied,
your different.
Your stress,
it envelops your soul,
your spirit,
your charm.

I miss you.
Without your spirit,
your soul, or
your charm,
your gone.

I wish the stress was all gone.
Why does it pollute life so?
And why,
why, is there pain,
when your gone?
Emptiness saturates my heart,
when your gone.

And when your back,
I'll know,
and smile.

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