There is no way
to describe that tug
away,

no words to call
that pull
of two poles,

one that anchors
a grave and another
that catches light.

There are no silences
to fill the moments
gone

no way to revere
the deadened
foot trails

no choice to go
but where the heart
leads logic to stray.

My mother once said to me; there are two kinds of men you'll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love. ----Choose Love, Lang Leav

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He asked her
"Am I the first or the second man?"


She just smiled at him and said
"What's the difference, hon?"


"Am I giving you the life you want, or
giving you the love you desire?"


This time she sighed heavily and answered
"You don't always give me the life I wanted,
You don't always give me the love I desired"


He became sad upon hearing her words
"Is that so? Then why are you still with me?"


"Because I chose you, and when I did,
I also chose the love and life that comes along with you"*


And that is all he needs to hear
Smiling, he said to her
"When I chose you Hon, I chose Love and Life too"

I will die if I continue to wait for you to make up your mind.

They tell me
choose, choose, choose
and I hide, because I'll
loose, loose, loose
if I
choose, choose, choose
I always do.

I want to believe that
to love is a choice.
For when I glanced at you
for the first time,
I had all the chance
to look away.
But
I chose to look
a second longer
and there my world
has alienated
every single concept
that I knew about choice.

I'm always left undecided
But decisions are just too much for me to bear
I always feel like choosing the other
Will make me feel like regretting the other choice
Now people choose for me
But who am I to say I don't like it
Because with so much time passing
No one would want to waste it

There's a time to laugh,
and theres a time to cry,
but if we only ever cry,
then we'll soon surely die.

If we only ever laugh
we'll surely be seen as,
a mere sociopath,
who is too unattached,
to ever be sad.

a disagreement
      between my bones and my logic
      my body and my mind
      torn between a choice
      and choosing --
      ****** if i do, ****** if i don't.
      my bones
and
      my logic
and
      my heart
at war,
      destroying this vessel, but
can't we all just get along?