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.
Oh wow,"I can relax out of earshot of any kind of danger than does not scatter or burn anyone else" and "Of the hand tightly holiding Love's gun" So well written and beautifuly sang into the ethers. You slay me with insight!
The images add so much
Thank you
"while held under the watchful eye
of the hand tightly holding
love's gun" - a russian roulette of feelings - yielding to something like that is indeed a difficult thought...
seriously when i sometimes ponder on many things around , and being from India .....i can relate to this write ....i would like to take a social aspect to this write ........
"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.
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