when i close my eyes & the images of you dissapear,
what do i do?
ive tried so hard and i've given my utmost best,
what is left for you?
every fight and argument and every battle of my soul,
stole a piece of me from you,
every quick and snide remark tears the bonds of you and me,
can two people love each other so, and not be destined to be tied
from soul to soul?
I love you, but pride has won the joust,
pride before love and love before pride,
the pivotal difference between mind and soul,
between being happy and being right,
i am not innocent i know, but don't accuse me anymore,
i made my choice,
i want to be the friend of my soul,
happiness....
i am content
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