QUESTIONS (o)

Why is what I'd like to see,
   can never come true?
Why is it all my dreams,
   can't be shared by you?

Who am I to be so cruel,
   treading on your life?
Who am I to make the rules,
   saying what is right?

What is it that makes me run,
   when we are alone?
What is it that makes me cry,
   when my thoughts will roam?

When will I see the light,
   running in the rain?
When will I end this fight,
   in this search for pain?

How can I say to you,
   what's inside I feel?
How can I say it's love,
   if it can't be real?

-dp-