Troubled by a constant question,
Not so easy, right or wrong?
It should be so simple, taught by lessons,
Knowing where your heart belongs;
Good or evil? love or sorrow?
Helpless sets in either way;
Should be through this, I am broken?
The answer should be night and day;
Laughter crying, loving tears,
Leaving leaves me wanting more;
They love me or they love me not,
Who's this flower really for?
Both are needed, both are wanted,
Which one do I feel belong?
If I truly understand the question,
The answer might be wrong and wrong...
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