Why

How many times do I have to tell you
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
Just don’t feel sorry for this better heart-ed woman
But when I start to try to tell you
my heart sinks to the bottom of my belly
That’s when you try to console me
But our trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t I learn to love myself?
That’s why it hurts so bad to know those words
will sting
That keep on falling from your mouth
I’m Falling
I’m Falling
Tell me…
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to hurt you so
taking another piece of your heart
Such passions are these that fall apart landing in my lap
you look with a weary heart
a tear falls and a breath is taken
such passions are these that tough my lips and my sinful soul
but steal you take a dip and drink from it steal
a full class a cupful
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to hurt for you?
Should I die a weary death and the angles take my last breath
these are moments I will not regret
Such passions are these that leave us yet
No one knows what our tow hearts have taken
taking a dip and drink from it yet
Sinful souls and a heartfelt dip we drink for it yet
and leave empty-handed and our classes tipped loosing it’s luster
it’s leftover shimmer
Why?
Why?
Do I need to hate or love you?
I know we argue and I know we fight
but really can our love win this fight?
Our love is like a Knight with a sword and shield
protecting its weakened crust
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to be broken
I’ve shattered into a million pieces
leaving you to pick up my pieces
don’t think I changed my mind
for Hun..
I knew in due time you would see my broken rhyme
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to ask?
Will my heart ever mend and be whole once again?

About Amanda Shelton

I write, and I do digital art. My life is never too boring, I think too much for my life to be nothing but interesting. I always put myself into my writing, so if you want to know how I think then just read my poetry, and short stories. Also I am brutally honest, and I love everyone unconditionally. No one is a stranger to me, I will treat you like I treat everyone else, like family.
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