WHY IS IT
Why is it, loneliness brings tears to our eyes.
Why is it, happiness brings us to say goodbye.
Could it be fears, from which we wish to hide.
Thru times we pacify, feelings that become archaic.
Hearts complicate, feelings that we delicate.
Lonesome are our thoughts, basically.
Because they are only, with us.
Ventured they have done, but still comes back to only one.
Some days mundane, other days packed with fun.
Why is it, tears will run.