Why ?

Why is it, I'm at my best
when I'm in distress
can I create a beautiful mess
a reason to confess, I guess
Can I expect nothing less?

Why is it, at this hour
I decide to cower
The sweet taste, gone sour
like a fading flower or a
crumbling tower....or two

My oh my,
How tragedy tramples through
the lives of me and you
Leaving us with nothing to hold onto,
but something new, or someone who
you love, the next one you thought of.
When push comes to shove,
A light that shines through the shadows above

Can it be so? And why is it?
We shall only let these thoughts visit
Instead of an embrace. We only kiss it
on the cheek because we know we'll never miss it,
for it will always return again for another visit