The Choice
His soul lay shredded on the bed,
I thought that surely he was dead
his eyes were open like a corpse,
I felt the twisting of remorse,
Perhaps I should have spared
his heart,
but no,I tore him all apart
I meant to stay a hundred years
but life kept right on changing gears,
and he got caught between the cogs,
The bedroom spins,
my eyesight fogs,
Who am I now?
I want to cry,
a heartless soul,
to watch him die?
He who saved me from the past,
who combed my hair ,
who cut the grass.
But god knows Boring was his name,
and there you were,
a living flame,
I couldn't live without your scope,
your visions and your dreams of hope,
The mundane man became my grave,
I couldn't live and be his slave,
not while you waited to implore,
a gust of angels at my door,
How could I choose his pale request
when I had passion as a guest,
and madness played out in the fire,
of destiny and blind desire,
so there he lies,and waits to know,
if I will stay,or will I go,
and as I turn to say Goodbye,
I close the door...........
and hear you cry.
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