I don’t know what
The future holds
One or the other
Till someone folds
Professed love
It’s not a competition
One holds my heart
The other guilt’s manipulation
I won’t apologize
For what I feel
The kind man
Is genuine and real
The obsessive one
Uses guilt or flattery
Bouncing me around
From proposal to shattering
There’s only one I can breath with
Not walk on eggshells
Honesty wins the spirit
Being myself from deep wells
One professes love
But wants possession
I prefer the gentle dove
And not love’s digression
Love is to be revered
Not won like a prize
Life is to be shared
Letting our best selves rise
Screw the pressure
To spin fake with zeal
I choose to treasure
And give to the man that is real
(4/19/14 1: 23am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem