Which part to giveA Poem by StephanyLying here, looking up .......to nothing really Asking questions for which there never are any answers I am reminded, once again .......it seems That to give everything, one hundred percent of all regardless of that all means, I have negated the very value of that which was important A heart sure to be uniquely different than any other A mind while traveling in similar circles will retain its individuality A look, the looks composed upon a canvas of flesh, no two alike Each component, a portion creating a masterpiece surpassed by no other .............when combined For There will always be Prettier, or a more Handsome face A body more svelte, alluring A mind honed sharp by intelligence Something to make an appetite crave, that which they don't have To compete knowingly or without forethought forebodes terrible waters to tread within There is no fulfillment for those who only wish for that which, they don't have and those who compete for which there can be no winner Ah.. But the treasure in the pile of fool's gold is the heart For no one can compare with the sincerity and love it posses You cannot separate it, Isolate it or make it a commodity of its own It is the integral part of the package the glue that binds it’s all creator of our own Individuality Again, my question begs for an answer For if I chose to give it all to someone, then by the mere act of doing so Have I declared it no longer has value? I should not be surprised then after making the offer and being received Time wears the face of an expiration date As it is tossed away, no longer desired Perhaps the answer lies in fragmentation I give my mind to one, my body to another my heart to someone else Then all that would be tossed Would be that which has become an object of your boredom A single portion of me Now, which part do I give? © Stephany B
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Added on April 4, 2019Last Updated on April 4, 2019 AuthorStephanyHemet, CAAboutJust getting back into writing. I am a discard from MySpace and life has been to busy to write. I don't read or write for comments. I do them just for enjoyment. Some weeks there is more time for enjo.. more..Writing
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