Why? (or) The Greatest of Gifts

[Soulcatcher4]

undecided on title>_<


Who am I?
Who are you?
Why do we care?
Why do we feel the pain of our hearts?
Why do we cry?
Why do we love?
Why has god endowed us with these things?
Are they really the greatest of gifts?
Or are they the greatest of burdens?
Do we love too much?
Are we just letting ourselves become vurnerable to greater pain?
Do we really need these "gifts"?
Are we really aware of the true essence of those we love?
Are they really backstabbers?
Maybe I am the backstabber.
Maybe I am the one unaware of the true meaning of love and trust.
Maybe it is the greatest of gifts.
Maybe it's because i don't know what love is.
Maybe I am in love I don't even know it.
Maybe...
But why?

[piñata]

I like the different format you're using there... it makes it a lot different from anything else in this board.

I've asked myself most of those questions at one time or another.

[Soulcatcher4]

thanks I just thought it would be interesting to write a poem thats alot of questions

[Aiden]

Its very cool. I like it