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Why


I’ve asked myself a hundred times Why--why this, why that, why me? And the only answer I ever get Is that it wasn’t meant to be. Why then, won’t this feeling go away And release it’s hold on my heart, So I can be myself again, To find other relationships to start? Why do I think we are falling away When we talk only once-in-a-while? But I cast all doubts aside When she sends my way a smile. Why can’t things be like the way they were When we two were together? Before we were plucked apart Like a bird and it’s longest feather I’ve asked myself a hundred times Why--why this, why that, why me? Although I want to believe deep inside That we are still meant to be.

By: Timothy Fevens

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