Why...?
Why can not life be perfect?
Why can`t we always get what we want..
Or accept what we get?
Why does happiness come surrounded by sorrow?
And why do we always have to worry about tomorrow?
Why are there always eyes full of tears?
Why are there always hearts full of fears?
Why is there behind every bright smile, sadness?
Why is there behind every meek beauty, wildness?
Why is good so rare?
Why does evil exist everywhere?
Why do we always have unreached goal…
Untold emoation…
Or emptiness in the soul?
Why can pain forever last?
While joy fades away so fast?
Why does the sun always have to set?
Why do we always have to lose again…
The precious things that we get?
Why can even love cause us pain?
Why is it so easy to lose…
And so hard to gain?
Why can`t we always say the truth…
While we can always lie?
Why is it so hard to live…
And so easy to die?
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- · Vera47
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i think it takes genius to be able to come up with such a long poem.. the longer you can make a peom the more master you seem at it.. i barely can compose a stanza!...-
- · A.H.Zedan
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In reply to Vera47
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u r very nice, thank u so much :)
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- · Vera47
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and morninglight's 'tangible good things' are nuggets wisdom! -
- · jhazerrine
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morninglight is right...... -
- · jhazerrine
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everythin happens for a reasons and purpose. -
life couldnt be perfect--- not completely. in beauty there is ugliness,in love there is pain, so in life there is... iwant to say something really intelligent like everyone else but the only word i can think of is suckiness. genius,i know.