There is a difference between like and love
There is a difference between Him&You
But how can I know which is which
When I don't even know what to do
Daydreams of Him; Nightdreams of You
Where are these dreams taking me to?
Spinning around looking for an answer
Taking my time, like a thief or a dancer
He is sweet, with boyish charm
You are careful and could do no harm
He turns right, You turn left
I am left hanging, dangling off a cleft
One day He's nice, one day he's mean
But You're always sweet, and You are always clean
So I stand here waiting at a fork in the road
Wishing and wanting to see which way it flowed.
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Sad Poetry from a Happy World
PoetryThis is a collection of my own poetry born from living a happy life in a sad world and a sad life in a happy one.
