Sometimes, I hear
What occurs is for the best,
Then, could someone
Tell me how,
That when I fall in love
I fall and hit the ground?
Could someone tell me why,
The one I love,
I can never call mine?
Why every time I reach out,
I get burnt?
What is there for me,
But the scars?
Why do I see her through the glass,
Unable to reach out,
To the other side,
First distance wore me out,
Then time separated,
Last she told me not to love her,
Could I ever explain,
Once written
The words wouldn’t erase,
As my love always slipping away,
I see in despair
And wonder in pain,
How is it for the good,
When every time I fall in love,
I fall and hit the ground?