you leave your childishness at the door - you love them.
You learn to give of yourself and you learn you are not alone,
but it's hard to love - when your love is not your own.You wear a smile as easy as a mask to cover the pain below,
turning from the one who you thought you loved once.
The heart demands another though the mind is torn between,
how can you love someone else - your heart becomes torn.One half flutters and spins, living in the world you have,
bathing in the safety of comfort, never moving though screaming.
The other half drifts away to a place where you can be yourself,
no judgments nor demands - you cry over what might be.One path or the other, the mind cannot choose either,
the heart shrieks and screams, but comes out as a whisper.
Both may love you, both may lie -
but one love is rushing forth; the other one dry.
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