ConflictedA Poem by ChristineTitle speaks for it's self.
You threw me to the floor. Then viciously ripped my heart from my chest. You chewed it into little pieces Then into my face you did spat. I should not be conflicted When you come back around. I should remember the fighting… My love being thrown to the ground.
When I look into your eyes and see The young man I once loved Staring straight back at me.
I should remember who you are You are the tormentor of my dreams The monster behind the charm I should not be conflicted When you say you want another chance. You bait me with your pretty face And your blue eyes in a glance. I should not be conflicted. When you come knocking at my door. I should tell you to just go away, That I don’t want you anymore. But see, I am conflicted. Not thinking right at all. My heart is telling me one thing My head is telling me not to fall.
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Added on September 16, 2008Last Updated on June 21, 2009 AuthorChristineLinton, INAboutI am an aspiring writer and a struggling freelance photographer. Please feel free to browse around my photos...if you like one, they're for sale. ;-) Please check out my site. I am sure there is somet.. more..Writing
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