why doesnt he love me?
by whitney lyle
She walks past the kitchen and up the stairs,
Hops into bed to recite her prayers.
Every night seems to be the same,
Her mind continually echoes his name.
She waits by her bed to hear her cell phone ring,
When nothing happens she wonders what tomorrow will bring.
As she begins to ask God why,
He only answers her with a sigh.
If only God could make him see,
The girl he truly wants is me.
We would be so happy together,
Being with him makes me feel as light as a feather.
Happy, Lord, I may seem,
But if I had him surly I would beam!
You don’t know of the pain I feel inside,
I feel worthless and want to hide.
Seeing him everyday and his magic smiles,
Makes me feel good, it carries me miles.
Lord, what’s that you say?
He already gave his heart away?
To who Lord and why?
Surly you don’t want to see me cry.
I can’t seem to get this out of the way,
Why are you telling me tomorrow’s a new day?
You obviously don’t know how I feel,
Tomorrow’s a new day, but what does that heal?
As much as I need to let him go,
Something inside my heart says no!
I love him Lord, how can this be?
Why can’t you make him fall in love with me?
That’s not your plan? What do you mean?
In my heart I know you’ve seen.
She got louder and began to yell,
Then she realized the other voice fell.
There was silence between the two,
And finally she whispered….Lord I fully trust in you!