we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die

What happens when the tears falling from your eyes are a mystery to even you
When your emotions are in a panic
And you don’t really know what to do

Tears are a natural thing
Let them flow
You might not know why tears are falling from your eyes
But even the strong have a breaking point
So curl up in your bed
And cry
Cry
Cry

Tears may flow
And people may go
But some things stay constant
Love pulls through
And you’ll get through
This much I know

Temporary are the tears
And the sadness

So when the tears falling from your eyes are a mystery
When your emotions are in a panic
And you don’t know what to do
Just cry
Cry
And cry
Until there are no tears left

Because we know
It’ll all be over soon