The choices are two :
Me or you.
as my heart drifts to 'me',
a deep feeling of guilt surges
but when I attempt the other,
i find myself hurting.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
choice
The choices are two :
Me or you.
as my heart drifts to 'me',
a deep feeling of guilt surges
but when I attempt the other,
i find myself hurting.
