Tell me why hearts shatter

When they aren't made of glass.

How does saddness accumulate

Into such a solid mass?

 

How is it possible that words,

Only simple sound

Could give such an intense blow

That they knock you to the ground?

 

Why do spirits tear

If you can't stitch it up?

Why do some have so much pain.

That it over fills their cup?

 

Why is beauty fragile

And love not necessarily strong?

Why is the race uphill

And it seems I'm always wrong?

 

Why do petals come in even numbers

So it lands on,"Loves me not."

And not everyone's remembered

After they're laid down to rot