Why do people weep when lovers leave-?
Though it’s something we all achieve-
I don’t understand the tears falling from the eye
I don’t understand why people cry-
There aint much to love but a kiss
Had something gone amiss?
There aint much to love but the word-
The very same word we’ve all heard-
“Love” –but what is this love? That is so talked about?
-That’s makes a stupid girl burn-out?
I’ve witnessed this “love” first hand one day-
On a noonday by the breezeway-
A young couple connected by the hand
Looking out into this wasteland-
And they gaze into each other’s eyes
As they look up into the skies-
Then their lips become attached-
And their arms-quickly dispatched-
Embracing eachothers body-
-their hands becoming haughty
I shyed away and wondered- why?
My mouth becoming dirty dry-
Why not me to be in love?
And as i looked up above-
I damned the earth, stars, and sun
Taking from my hand a gun
And wished to someday experience love