Sep 2017
In between these ropes I stand
The other, wound around my arm,
The other, strangling my heart
The Gods told me that I can keep one.
I stand and looked at each side,
The other smiling at another,
The other, at my arm,
They gave me the scissor,
And I cut one.
The other, wound around my arm,
The other, strangling my heart
The Gods told me that I can keep one.
I stand and looked at each side,
The other smiling at another,
The other, at my arm,
They gave me the scissor,
And I cut one.
Once asked to choose between the one I love and someone who loves me. I'll go with the one who loves me. Many would call me mad, but pain is a choice.
