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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