Why?
Such a simple question but you read on to figure out what I mean by it. Everyone has their meaning of love, of life and who and how it should be spent. It seems to me that we had completely different ideas of both. I wanted a love that couldn't be recreated, something only you could do. You wanted me to be the love that's on the movie screens. I cant do that, I wish I could, if it meant I could have you back I'd go back and change it all now. I just wanted you, that's it. I didn't care what you wore, drove, or how much money you had to your name. I wanted what you had inside you, your thoughts your dreams. I wanted you to open up to me, tell me how your day was, how you're doing.
Now the first line, 'Why?'
Exactly, why,
Why was it so hard for you to believe I loved you?
Why wasn't I enough?
Why did you leave so soon?
Why couldn't I change to be yours?
Why.. . Please I just need clarity.
YOU ARE READING
Time To Live.
PoetryYou wouldnt ever see it if you looked into their eyes. You have to look within and see how they truly are.
