For hours on end I lightly tread,
While trying to judge, trying to mend
The on going feud between my heart and head.
"He's good, he's pure, he's kinder than most,"
"But the missing spark & butterflies,
The connection is misdiagnosed"
"You need safe, security, no sense of damage,"
"But you crave passion, intensity,
An enticing challenge."
How does one know the answer lying in wait?
Do we draw a conclusion, a chart,
Ignore them both and just call Fate?
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
For hours on end I lightly tread,
While trying to judge, trying to mend
The on going feud between my heart and head.
"He's good, he's pure, he's kinder than most,"
"But the missing spark & butterflies,
The connection is misdiagnosed"
"You need safe, security, no sense of damage,"
"But you crave passion, intensity,
An enticing challenge."
How does one know the answer lying in wait?
Do we draw a conclusion, a chart,
Ignore them both and just call Fate?
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