Return Ticket
My heart and my head are at war.
My head whispers, no more.
It is inevitable,
no matter how delectable.
There is no way it is meant to last,
but my heart still beats too fast.
I have a return ticket to Love.
Copyright © Johann Coetzee | Year Posted 2012
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