words seem to fail and my hands become frail
as I write down how I feel
I'm torn between past and present loves
one broke my heart another fixed it back and now the other wants it back
one's love is an already made dish
the other is a fertile soil but I will still have to work hard to plant these seeds
one's love is like the bitter leaf,bad to taste but good for the body
the other's is like an apple, sweet to taste and equally good for the body
one's love is an already acclaimed trophy
while the other's is one I have to go to war for and this goes against my thought that
if what you want wants you ,you shouldn't have to fight for it
but I find myself in constant battle for her heart
so you see I am stuck, stuck in between choices as I don't know for who my heart beats
©asiri
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