Why?

"Why the hell can he/she can be so perfect,

From when they look me into the eyes,

or to when I see them smiling,

even when they look away blushing,

Why the hell is he/she so beautiful? I ask myself. 

The way they kiss me,

makes me feel so alive, 

and not dead anymore. 

When we hug, 

It's like all of my sadness goes away. 

When I'm in your arms all of my fears go away, 

I ask myself,

Why is he/she so fucking perfect?

and then I ask myself, 

Why the hell did I ever get so lucky being with them?

Why did they choose me? 

Why am I so in love with them?

Why?" 

 

 

 

|Ky Musselman.|