Why is it?
Why is it when I see her my heart smiles, and cries.
Why is it when I am near her I feel like a fool for how I feel.
Why is it when I see her I the happiest and yet the saddest.
Why is it when I hug her I feel so safe and at the same to so hurt.
When I am with her my confusion become confused.
Why is it that I would take the pain, with no second though, so i can be in her presence.
-Christopher Welker
6.17.04
2 Comments:
I see...
You're a very talented writer...you express yourself well. I can definitely relate to a lot of the emotions you write about, a lot of the topics you address. I know that's vague, but it's really hard to comment on all your writings, lol.
Keep it up! I can't wait to read more!
God bless.
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