Why Is It? - A Poem By Scott Murray
scottmu65
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Evening all,
It's been a while since I have produced any poetry so I have decided to share my latest work with you.
When I write poetry I like to express how I am feeling, it helps the flow of the writing come alot more naturally to me, so I hope you enjoy this, it is entitled, 'Why is it?'
Please feel free to reply with any suggestions for improvment or comments.
Feedback is always welcome!
It's been a while since I have produced any poetry so I have decided to share my latest work with you.
When I write poetry I like to express how I am feeling, it helps the flow of the writing come alot more naturally to me, so I hope you enjoy this, it is entitled, 'Why is it?'
Why Is it?
By Scott Murray
Why is it that when I meet you I get that feeling in my bones?
Why is it that when I talk to you I don’t need to say a thing?
Why is it that when I put my arms around you I can’t bear to let you go?
Why is it that when I lay with you I can’t help but stare at you?
Why is it that when I kiss you my world turns upside down?
Why is it that when I make love to you my life feels so complete?
Complete, like I don’t need to carry on living.
Complete, like I have served my life’s purpose.
But, alas, It changes.
Why is it that when I meet you I don’t feel like you’re even there?
Why is it that when I talk to you I feel like I’m on my own?
Why is it that when I put my arms around you It feels like holding air?
Why is it that when I lay with you I can’t help but look away?
Why is it that when I kiss you my lips don’t touch a thing?
Why is it that when I make love to you it feels cold, and pointless?
Pointless, like I am living a lie.
Pointless, like I have nothing left.
But, alas, you’ve changed.
Why is it that you can’t love me as I do you?
Why is it that you can’t talk to me about why you don’t feel the same?
Why is it that I can’t bear to let you go?
But, Alas, I am a fool.
By Scott Murray
Why is it that when I meet you I get that feeling in my bones?
Why is it that when I talk to you I don’t need to say a thing?
Why is it that when I put my arms around you I can’t bear to let you go?
Why is it that when I lay with you I can’t help but stare at you?
Why is it that when I kiss you my world turns upside down?
Why is it that when I make love to you my life feels so complete?
Complete, like I don’t need to carry on living.
Complete, like I have served my life’s purpose.
But, alas, It changes.
Why is it that when I meet you I don’t feel like you’re even there?
Why is it that when I talk to you I feel like I’m on my own?
Why is it that when I put my arms around you It feels like holding air?
Why is it that when I lay with you I can’t help but look away?
Why is it that when I kiss you my lips don’t touch a thing?
Why is it that when I make love to you it feels cold, and pointless?
Pointless, like I am living a lie.
Pointless, like I have nothing left.
But, alas, you’ve changed.
Why is it that you can’t love me as I do you?
Why is it that you can’t talk to me about why you don’t feel the same?
Why is it that I can’t bear to let you go?
But, Alas, I am a fool.
Please feel free to reply with any suggestions for improvment or comments.
Feedback is always welcome!
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Comments
Unfortunatley yes, this is the way i feel about someone - to a point, alot of it is exagerrated to a larger scale of emotion but remains to be a passage revealing how I feel at the moment.
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Edit, sorry Scott, that's not especially a comment on your poetry, just 'aving a laff...
Roger Moore 1927-2017