Sometimes I wounder why I breathe Why do I torture myself For the hate and the smell Of the Love that can't show Through all this wickedness that cast spells--- Making the night float on top of the breeze Why do I put up with myself Floating on top, Im floating on top of the question Why I breathe.....*MfR*
We breathe to live, to taste the wonders of life and sorrow Someday, our heart will stop and we'll have to go We have no choice but to live until heaven says "let's go" And that's forever goodbye, floating on top but breathe no more.
@ candy18x37..love your poetry. Sounds good to me. Hope you don't mind me add some. Thanks.