Conflicted by choices as restricted are voices of those who dare to love

Alone in a second while bitter stares reckon what wonder is lost between a push and a shove

No more turning back
time is standing still
like a knife to cutting slack
only broken hearts do spill
over and again
my last breath shall I draw
I do not fight to win
just listening for my call
so if it wished then keep on testing
my tears are real
fear you not for death smiles pressing against what was and twisting me to fate
its not because
what's meant to be shall be
the end is never late.......

©BPII