I Don’t Know Why

I don’t know why,
I don’t know why; when she says she loves me, I feel loose,
I don’t know why, when she says she cares, I feel the same too.
I don’t know why,
I don’t know why, the Inevitable occurred so suddenly,
for you.
Unexplainable events of joy just blooms.
Don’t cry, because it rains when you do.
Remember when you stare into my eyes, all I see is
gold at the end of the rainbow.
Rose petals and lilies is beneath your feet, allow the
fragrance to touch your soul.
I don’t know why,
I don’t know why,
We chirp like two doves in flight, then rest upon a tree
branch harmonizing in accord as we sleep through the night.
I don’t know why
I don’t know why, I write these things for you.
I don’t know why,
I don’t know why, But I do!

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Curtis Dickson Curtis Dickson is an incarcerated writer and self-taught artist from Washington, D.C. He is the author of the children’s book Awakening David, and his poetry has been published in MEND Magazine, a Syracuse University publication project. He has been incarcerated for twenty-seven years.

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