My fault

I know I suck at poetry writing. Yet it is one form of writing pleasure where free falling can actually feel real smooth and good. Beside who really cares about rules and regulations?
Here’s another one of my soppy ones.

How can you twist
my smiles into a frown?
How do have the heart
to make my eyes smart?
How can you watch
the tears on my face?
How can you make my bright day
turn so very grey?
Don’t you hear my call
or do you pretend you cant?
Why did I do wrong to you?
When was I never true?
How come you can be so strong
to make me feel that I am wrong?
The only mistake I ever made
Was to fall… free fall for you!