Why oh God?
I cry out
Why do you do this to me.
It seems as though things are going good,
and then you pull the rug from under me.
Is it because of how I dress?
Is it because of how I behave?
Why God? Why?
Why do you do this to me?
It seems as though you tricked me into accepting you.
Why?
I will serve you regardless.
I will love you regardless.
Still, I feel that we are on a level of friendship where I can cry to you and why.
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: November 28th, 2017 10:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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