dont make me choose between the two. i hate to choose, i hate choices, really. its either this or that, never both. you always need to choose when you think youre in control, on a roll, having it all, and then white light decomposes into a kaleidoscope of colours. like how there are two sides of a coin, six faces on a dice, only one life to live.
i always have the tendency to pick the wrong choice, somehow. choosing the wrong person to trust, the wrong words to say, the wrong guy to love. not very bright i suppose, but i often hope my choices would be the right kind of wrong.
my heart wears rose tinted glasses and behind those glasses lies a wide eyed innocence with a flicker of confusion. this fickle little thing that beats so haphazardly, is my heart.
everyone wants you the way they want you to be, so you tell the world what they want to hear.
at the end of the day, you ask yourself, "is this who i am? or who i want to be?"
2 comments:
There's no rights or wrongs when it comes to affairs of the heart cause everyone has their own beliefs.
mosey- i suppose. btw, thanks for the confidence pep talk.
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