Why, why, why
Are we deep down maschoist
Love to love
But love to hurt each other better
Why
why
Arent we deep within knowing
Our own selves
Of who we are
Arent we the same
Old young couple
Who loved
Who saw love in our eyes
So many times
Learning to love
Is hard
But forgetting to love is even harder
Two worlds
Two different worlds
You say we come from
Of course that’s the way
It should be
We are not the first
Nor the last couple
Of naïve husband and wife
Who know that or don’t know that
Of course that’s the natural course of
Life
To worlds becoming One single one
Independent world and dependent
world
From each other
It’s the practice and practice
Of getting it right
Battle after battle
Screams after screams
Brokeness after brokeness
Loving and learning to love deeper
But never stop practicing and practicing
The dance of romance
Of life
But why
Why
Do we let that scared child
Dictate
Who we can be or who we should
Be
Its in their behind the
Ego of denial
And the scar of truama
And inside
In the poison of time
Sitting there waiting for everything
To go away
And live a happy fearless life
Ever after
But no life is much complex than that
It takes blood
Love and more pain
To gain
Our own freedom
To know who we are
Who we really are
Inside our lonely hearts
So why, why
Why, why
Cry bloody drops of
Hate, resentment, denial, neglect
we can be crying for you and I
And QUETZALI WHOM WE MADE
FROM PURE DEEP TRUE LOVE crying of happiness but instead we decide to cry bloody drops of ……………………..
WHY WHY WHY WHY? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem