Fact is, there are times I yield to emotion.........
In all of the directions of what you want to tell me Comes anything that looks better in motion Although I am torn by the reasons I try hard to project Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion
I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger That does not scatter or burn anyone else Yet I am not meaning to remember Why all the hours acknowledge What I don’t know, ‘cause I won’t tell myself
Acceptance, my sweetheart is a difficult thought Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love’s gun
"Believe me; I know what has to be done While held under the watchful eye Of the hand tightly holding Love's gun." It's like you know exactly what you should do, exactly what needs to happen, and you are coming to terms with the fact that you cannot be ignorant to the fact that you MUST move forward. I think many of us feel this way sometimes, but we don't always want to believe it. I'm glad you wrote this, because there is a small part of myself that I saw in this poem.
i like the last line. Love's gun it was like a topper to the pie. I like pie.... off topic. This is very god and it made me shiver. or that could be because its cold in this library
Wow, this reminds me of my own thoughts at times.
"Although I am torn by the reasons
I try hard to project
Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion"
Such a truthful and deep poem. Reading this has reminded me somewhat of myself and I could make a connection. Very powerful and touching. The words and flow are amazing, I especially liked the line:
"I try hard to project
Fact is, there are moments I yield to emotion"
Very true and deep poem. Loved it, great job :)
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