I keep asking why,
as if it will end the cry,
of my heart's want to try.
To start something with passion.
Since time comes in one precious ration.
Though I fear it won't be in fashion.
So I sit in fear,
and let others peer.
At gifts that make one dear.
That only come for life great wonders.
I know my heart now thunders.
I only make blunders.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
I keep asking why,
as if it will end the cry,
of my heart's want to try.
To start something with passion.
Since time comes in one precious ration.
Though I fear it won't be in fashion.
So I sit in fear,
and let others peer.
At gifts that make one dear.
That only come for life great wonders.
I know my heart now thunders.
I only make blunders.