Questions Racing Through My Mind - Poem by Doc. Smooth
I can't write a line that ryhmes.
All that comes to mind is questions of why.
You give me no reason, you just disappeared.
What is it that you search your soul for?
Pain swells in my chest and pumps the tears
that I cry as I wonder why you have completely detached.
Your selfishness is my affliction.
I must find a way to let you go.
Stop the minds obsessions with the questions
that you deny my asking soul.
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