Standing at this crossroad once again.
There's four directions to lead me in.
I stand there in disarray, I don't know which road to take.
Confused to say the least, spiraling in defeat.
The words I wish to say, but I can't speak.
At this crossroad, I fall to my feet.
This crossroad is pulling me by both hands.
Between my lover and my best friend.
I look at my lover, his eyes so blue.
And your my best friend, through and through.
But in the end, I have to hurt one of you.
That's what leads me to this crossroad.
At this crossroad, I hold on to what I have left.
Don't want to live my life in regret.
Flashbacks of holding you in my arms.
My lover, everything that's in my heart.
At least one path I had to take.
I took the one that lead to you.
At this crossroad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem