Torn
Heartstrings bound, loose or tight
Distrust lingers, is it wrong or right?
The heart wants, the head is weary.
Maneuvering twists and turns,
coasting with ease.
It’s all or nothing, what does that really mean?
Give me a sign, tell me to go
Is peace the answer, mine or yours?
Can you make me happy or shall will I just be
a thorn on the rose full of its own beauty.
Take away my pain and give me your shield
I want to be whole, I want to be healed.
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