Why?

Another thing I like to call EMOTIONAL!!!! lol. but seriously. I am just writing as if I am someone who is actually going through this.

You left me.

Plain and simple, you left.

Now I seem to forget what your presence had left.

 

I'm pleading.

Pleading to see your face.

To make my mind, as if I had a choice of dreadful fate.

 

Why?

Did you leave in somber silence.

Did your fate push you in the direction to hurt me once again?

 

Why?

Do I ask her what you look like?

Do I ask her what cologne you wore or your favorite song?

 

Maybe one day, you will come back home,

Bend your knees and say, "Son your waitings done!"

 

Maybe I can see your face.

Maybe I can breathe again.

 

Will my pillow be dry at nite?

Will I not wipe my eye at nite?

Will my father come home tonite?

 

And answer, why?

Author's Note

Umm... yea. I just want ur advice and reviews!!!