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The Choice
His soul lay shredded on the bed, I thought that surely he was dead his eyes were open like a corpse, I felt the twisting of remorse, Perhaps I should have spared his heart, but no,I tore him all apart I meant to stay a hundred years but life kept right on changing gears, and he got caught between the cogs, The bedroom spins, my eyesight fogs, Who am I now? I want to cry, a heartless soul, to watch him die? He who saved me from the past, who combed my hair , who cut the grass. But god knows Boring was his name, and there you were, a living flame, I couldn't live without your scope, your visions and your dreams of hope, The mundane man became my grave, I couldn't live and be his slave, not while you waited to implore, a gust of angels at my door, How could I choose his pale request when I had passion as a guest, and madness played out in the fire, of destiny and blind desire, so there he lies,and waits to know, if I will stay,or will I go, and as I turn to say Goodbye, I close the door........... and hear you cry.
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