I'm stuck.
Stuck between love and life,
stuck between comfort and ache.
And if I were to choose life, I'd lose love and feel ache;
not forever though.
If I were to chose love, I'd have comfort, but I'd lose life.
Not literally,
but I'd lose the chance to move on, explore, and grow.
I'm torn between feeling the pain, or not.
But I guess for now I'm feeding my pain.
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Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
