Love Equals Sadism?

Well this is the Gallery. And i realized just now that we dont have a section for stuff like this. So i thought i would just post something for the sake of posting. Anyway I some how magically caught a pink eye even though I was in the house. o.O So I pretty much cant touch anything or anyone for that matter. Meaning I cant go outside **sigh~ falls over and dies**



Why does your love bring me so much pain?
Why does this feel so cold, even though it's rain?
Why does your voice resonate threw out my brain?
Why does love bring more damage than what I gain?

Why does it feel like you jabbed a knife right threw my heart?
Why does fate dislike us so much, is it our destiny to be apart?
Why does it feel like this even though we knew from the start?
Why does fate have its own way, destroy a beautiful work of art?

Why does love feel ever so sweet?
Why does love make me feel so incomplete?
Why does love make me want a pot pie from KFC?
Why does love . . .


Hmmm im not a poet (hates english literature or anything that has to do with it) Well as u can see i cant stay focused on one thing long enough to even finish a obviously bad, can u call it a poem? If you liked that then i will prob avoid you and call you a masochist behind your back. (seriously. . .)