Why
by: Joseph O. Esposo
by: Joseph O. Esposo
Why can't you tell me you love me
without me telling you first?
Why can't I hold your hands
and feel the warmth of its' touch?
Why is loving you so painful,
is it worth the sacrifice?
Why I long sincerity in your words,
when it is about you and me?
Why trust the second time around,
is accompanied with doubt?
Why do I still love you,
when you've caused me pain?
Why such a feeling difficult to explain,
yet it exist?
without me telling you first?
Why can't I hold your hands
and feel the warmth of its' touch?
Why is loving you so painful,
is it worth the sacrifice?
Why I long sincerity in your words,
when it is about you and me?
Why trust the second time around,
is accompanied with doubt?
Why do I still love you,
when you've caused me pain?
Why such a feeling difficult to explain,
yet it exist?
