Why?

Friends aren't your enemy,

love isn't only within books,

and poets aren't really misunderstood.

Because a friend never betrays,

and a lover never leaves.

But for poets,

even when judged

they know how to find relief.

some suffer to sleep at night,

some turned the gloom

into an hour of anecdotes.

Stories to remember,

a future to draw,

and a past; still finding a way to close the door.

some lie,

and many cry

about faded dreams,

about the notion of allies.

If you ever found a partner

just ask him why

why me?

who shall i be?

and when shall i leave?