The Why's

Just a poem. My first I've ever let the world see actually. NOBODY has ever read my stuff.

I’ve got a case of the “Whys” again
So bless your souls but why?

Why lie when you can lay?
Lay with a soul
Who’d hang the stars for you
Everyday.

Why lie when you can lay?
In a grassy spot
Holding a hand
That just wants to play.

Why lie when you can lay?
In a bed with the
Person you love,
Sweaty from the sun that day.

Why lie when you can lay?
Flowers in a vase with the feeling you’ll
Never be alone again.

Why lie when you can lay?
A girl to sleep
You never truly planned to keep.

Why lie when you can lay?
Your hand on her leg
With no plan to stay.

Why lie when you can lay?
In your bed alone wondering
Why things went astray.

Why lie when you can lay?
Your head down to yet
Another lonely day.

Why lie when you can lay?
In a bed of no rest
Because she got away.