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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required DILEMMA Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, But what is more left to deny; I could reason out a list Yet so unfair. I have to go, for my will flies Still a voice recedes my steps, Is it worth giving a chance at all, Or just better backing off. The love that I barely know, Has it the power to take my all? For once it made me taste the sky But who could trust, when falling is a part. I can't be mean, my heart cries for a skim, Should I put a world before the love, A veil and disguise, a trepidation I couldn't name, What is the difference though, I still feel your love. Sure a mark hit my face, a dent in my heart At every passing moment, when realization hit. I don't mean enough, I despair, For my bare existence could thrive with thy love. A women loves and it makes her stronger, Though you may stay, a mile apart But before I close that distance Tell me, will that levitate the worth, I have. Still this urge, oh so maddening A curse that i'm blessed with To see beyond your flaws for my belief holds There still maybe some feeling. I think i have to rise, no depravity; But have i had the sense, I wouldn't have fallen to the core. My heart beseeches the cruel mind to listen once more. Am I not strong? So I must move. Defeating the fears, filling in the warmth; Not for thee but for my own beloved soul.
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