Why Does He Tell Me?

Why does he tell me

he wants someone to understand,

someone to love, no matter what.

Why does he tell me he wants

someone to share life with.

Why can’t he love me?

I’m standing there.

Do you care what our friends say?

Or what our mom’s said and laughed

cause you to me

your like my mirror

but if I were you

I guess I’d feel the same

because a few years ago 

I would’ve said no too

You say, you don’t want your illness to hurt me

I’ll tell you the truth

I think it could cure me

because you with me

I think we could conquer the world

just the way we are

why does he tell me

how much I mean

to him

and he doesn’t want this to hurt me

cause I don’t understand

then he says how we can talk

about anything

and we know

the secrets of the world, yeah.

I think I’m the one who knows

but you say no

and chase after the cloud

that leaves you feeling like me

They say, maybe Kelly someday

him and you

and I hope too

but how much longer can I wait

I don’t think I can

My souls giving out

broken, shattered bits in the wind

my time’s running out

before I give up

but this love I want to figure out,

but no one understands

and they say you’re just a broken heart

and its not your fault

time will heal you.

This year is just ticking by

and the worst of my life.

When I think its finally over

that’s when I see you again

and the virgin gives birth to hope again

but hope grows to misery

My heart wants to hold on that 

maybe this is what’s meant to be

and someday maybe, yeah maybe when

never comes to an end.

Why do you tell me about the person you want

when she’s standing by your side

and loves you more than anything in the world

Would lay down her life it made you happy.

Why does he tell me, when she’s standing there

with open arms.

I’m standing there for you.

Why does he tell me, if were not meant to be.

Why does he tell me?

Reviews

[Juan Hinojosa]

I've never been much on poetry - probably because the old Catholic Grammar school I attended did not spend enough time on it. In reading this piece, I feel the warmth of your heart and your spirit. I felt its warmth at the same time I felt it's helplessness. I pray I caught the real flavor of what was in your heart as you wrote it. Take care. Your writing is beautiful. jjh