The Choice

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For some reason, I keep letting people in


And then get punished as if it were a sin


But I don't see the good in a cold, closed life


Like pretending to be the loving wife


When all you feel is hate for the man


And no number of brilliant plans


Could save you from this prison cell


While you constantly wait for the recess bell


 


That is not how I want to survive


You may be living, but you're not alive


So don't you dare say, "Close your heart"


I'd rather be hurt than never start


To fall into this strange things we call love


I'd rather take part than watch from above

Created: Mar 30, 2014

Tags: rhyme, poem, safe, love, story

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