The Choice

what sometimes happens in love

She runs her fingers through her hair

She acts as if she doesn’t care

 

But deep inside dissention grows

She cannot say who’s friend or foe

 

You tell her she’s your one divine

And so do others words entwine

 

So who to follow, who to fight?

She won’t get any sleep tonight

 

copywrite 2008 Lyndsay Castro

Author's Note

I think I was under the influence when I wrote this. I don't really remember.

Reviews

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OMG I FEEL AS IF THIS WAS WROTE ABOUT ME!!!
THIS IS ME SOOO MUCH!!
I have trouble telling who I can trust so most of the time I push people away & lock them out!
Just like this guy I think I'm falling for,I can't get close to him & let myself fall because I' too afraid I'm going to get hurt!!
This poem is my fav by you so far!!
I love this!!

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I totally understand this. Sometimes you feel everything is a scam and no one is real. And hey.. under the influence produces the best writing :) Nice job.