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Dec 2014
When the time comes,
when you find yourself, when you find
your heart, in two places
when will be the time
when you find yourself, your heart
where it belongs?

I love you both, I do,
but who's to know
who's heart
will consume mine,
before the other.

I love you both, I do, I do.
Yet I love him more,
than I do a move.

I swear, I love you both, I surely do.
So which will come to choose?
The heart I reside in,
or the great move?
Choosing between two loves is quite difficult. My heart is in two places, yet my mind knows where to go. But where do I keep the line between letting one or both go? I love him, I do, but Chicago is where my dreams will come true.
Carla Michelle
Written by
Carla Michelle  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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