What is it?

February 4, 2010
By , putnam, NY
What is it that makes us feel pain?
What makes us hope in vain?
What makes me go home lay down and breathe heavy?
Why do I turn the music on in my baby blue Chevy?
Why do I look for a shooting star?
Why do I feel so bizarre?
Today I leapt for love, ran for love, screamed for love,
I looked on above saw a pigeon and imagined a dove,
I’ve been feeling better than ever,
This love will last forever,
I reach for the sky and smile without knowing why?
Never again will I cry,
I feel spry,
I will love you forever; this is my life endeavor,
The she says…good bye,
I ask why,
She walks away...Looks back and on her rosy face there is a faint smile,
I’m full of denial, and scream,
Wake up and it’s all a dream,
It’s like angels are asking me from above,
Why do humans always think about love?

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