The Choice
Unable to speak, to say how I feel,
For how could anything else be real.
What a decision; a choice to be made?
Constently told that I must behave.
My Mind is bored. Is my heart untrue?
When I'm alone It keeps thinking of you.
But how bad I'd be to rip this apart,
For it's so childish to break his heart?
But to lead you on is the same crime.
Someday in new light; a different time;
SO I must hold back and hand with care,
Only time can show what will real be there.
Copyright © Karen Slosson | Year Posted 2011
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