Treasure Island

Waltz For Zizi

(7 march 1988)

A Story Of Herself And Why


Why are you burdening yourself with love, my love?

Why do you not give up,
if all you get from me is rain?

Why are you struggling to love me still,
if my heart cannot be shaped by your love?

Why do you keep dragging me, in your poems and memories?

Why do your lips await only for me,
if this world is full of beauties
that easily surpass mine?

Why do you tune your heart by my love
if my love is meant for someone else?

Why do you not accept my choice to love another man,
if you love me as you say?

Why are you being a fool and
pity yourself
in front of me and the world?

Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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