Poetry - Choices
I wonder what it will be like
When it is all over.
She asked me to comb her hair
Yet I refused; at least, I still
Have that choice.
Promise, my love,
That you will not waste such
Freedoms on me.
Pain is merely an art,
One that comes with tongues wagging.
It’s not her, but I wish it was
Me.
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