The Choice Poem by Mandy Author2

The Choice



Not mine to make,
Not mine to take,
But one i must make,
As I sit here wondering,
Time moves,
If you only knew what my mind is plotting,
As I glance over at you,
To make sure everything is still okay,
My pulse quickens,
At the betrayal of my thoughts,
The guilt is sickening,
Conscience and mind at war,
For though I know what I must do,
The thought of doing so is unbearable,
You won't understand my reasons,

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Apothecary Montague 03 December 2009

wow, if only it was as easy to love as most people find it to hate. great writing.

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