why

Why do we fight..
Why do we seem to cry...
Tears of pain, not tears of joy..
Why is the sky gray....
Unless I see your face...
Why can't it always be blue...
If only you knew...
That things don't have to be this way..
We can laugh.. and cry and play...
Without sadly walking away...
At the end of the day...
Why can't we just be friends...
Before we start this all over again...
Why do the birdies only sing..
When we are outside on the swings...
Why don't they sing, when we are fighting..
Can they hear the angry words...
Do they feel sad for us..
Because we are to blind to see..
That the love between us..
Will always be the next best thing after potted rocks...
And dolphins in the sea...
Why do we talk.. for hours and hours..
And then slam down the phone..
When we disagree..
Why do the old people.. look at us funny..
When we sit by them on the train..
And talk about crazy things...
Like lemon clouds and orange flavored rain...
I hate the looks they give me..
When i start to cry....
The looks of pity...and sympathy..
The kind you give to people who's friends have died...
Why do you give me roses...
Then you want them back..
Only to rip off the petals..
And give me back the stems....
Why do we do this.. day after day....
Why don't we think ahead..and say no way...
Why don't you see what i see...
That you are beautiful in every way...
I know your friends tell you, that im the best you've ever had...
Do you believe them..
Or am I just another friend...
I think i love you..
Why is this happening to me...
I know you're the one..
But you just seem to be in it for the fun...
Why do we float on clouds...
Down the stream...
Why do we just sleep..
When we could dream silly dreams..
About you and me...
And purple and red bumble bees..
I'm writing this poem.. just for you..
So when you read it I hope you know..
That its for you..and not for me..
That its for us..and not for them..
Why do they think they know everything about us..
When really only we do, and the driver of our magic school bus...
So when you read this.. i hope you know...
That the next time we go to a fireworks show..
Lets be friends...so we can hug and laugh at the end...
Why does this poem want to go on and on..
When i want it to end..
Does that mean...that i have lots to say..
Or does it mean.. that this feeling will never go away...
Either way... I think its time for me to go...
So if you're reading this...
Tell me what you think...
You're always in my head...
Right now... and forever always..
But I think i should say night night..