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 delegate.
Lonesome are our thoughts, basically.
Because, they are only with us.
Ventured they have done, coming back to only one.
Some days mundane, others days packed with fun.
Why is it...
...The tears do run.