Why?

WHY?

Why?

Why can't i seem to have

my writing and have you too?

What exactly is it that

you want me to do?

Why does everything always

come out so confused?

We're still together despite

all we've been through,

so why do i get the feeling

that if you could on you'd move?

Why can't you just have me

and i have you?

Why must we feel so blue?

Why does s**t have to happen?

S**t that i can't understand,

we have no shortage of love,

but it's still in high demand.

Why can't life be as easy as it sounds?

Why must love and status be measured

with money or of jewelry pounds?

The amount of love, anger,

confusion, and bitterness between us

is enough to astound....

why can't the answers to my

questions ever be found?

WHY?

Why?