Why is it only when we first awake we can get along?

Then when the morning’s over, something always has to go wrong.

We both argue even when we kiss,

I don’t want things to be like this.

I ask why when I want to wander and explore,

That’s when you decide you want me more.

I ask myself how to use my time,

You are always the first person that comes to mind.

I need to find the answers to my questions of why,

In hopes we never have to say goodbye.

There is hurt and suffering all inside me,

At first I failed to see.

My answer is simple and I see it now,

You are my problem and I’ll solve you somehow.

Susanne M Martinez