Dilemma
Why do I torture myself with illusions
that she will be mine someday?
Though my wants are not always
what's right,
Still she fulfills my dreams.
And desires.
For she has ways of making me happy
Without her even trying to;
Or is it all a test of faith?
Fate always right wrongs using pain.
Me?
I welcome the wrong things
and the broken heart.
In the end, she will always be
a special part of me.
And she doesn't even know it.
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