Why are poets never loved till they’re gone?
Is it a curse to have an open heart and mind?
Why are people who have so much to give left alone?
Is it part of human nature or a deep seeded flaw?
Why does love come at the worst times and never the right?
Is it some sort of unspoken law like gravity?
Why can’t we protect those whom we love?
Is it to torment us or to keep us from a mistake?
Why can’t we have those we want?
Is it a test or a trap?