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Zahrah Aug 2016
She was as white and pure as a black sheep at night. She lived a life of free giving only letting the ones that she felt could get her out of this thing she called a life only to be left there with another body tacked on her list of names She thought she was free, but in actuality she was submitting herself to the stereotypes of a woman like her "***", "****", where the names she was so accustomed to hearing Harlot was more than that she was looking for a body escaping freedom that she felt could only be reached through one on one body exposure, but that left her only to be in the same cage she tried to free herself from. Love for her was something only seen in the pages of fairy tales Her imagination ran wild but love was a forbidden pass time. That her herself would not allow access to She wanted freedom not love, but maybe love was the only thing she was missing to escape her cage, maybe love was all she really needed But this harlot... This harlot would never know.
Some thing i wrote a long time ago when i was trying to see who i was a person and honestly this is what i saw after writing this i decided to make a change.
M G Hsieh May 2016
There is no way
to describe that tug
away,

no words to call
that pull
of two poles,

one that anchors
a grave and another
that catches light.

There are no silences
to fill the moments
gone

no way to revere
the deadened
foot trails

no choice to go
but where the heart
leads logic to stray.
Isabelle Apr 2016
My mother once said to me; there are two kinds of men you'll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love. ----Choose Love, Lang Leav

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He asked her
"Am I the first or the second man?"


She just smiled at him and said
"What's the difference, hon?"


"Am I giving you the life you want, or
giving you the love you desire?"



This time she sighed heavily and answered
"You don't always give me the life I wanted,
You don't always give me the love I desired"


He became sad upon hearing her words
"Is that so? Then why are you still with me?"


"Because I chose you, and when I did,
I also chose the love and life that comes along with you"*


And that is all he needs to hear
Smiling, he said to her
"When I chose you Hon, I chose Love and Life too"
Is it a matter of choice? It all boils down to Love after all..
Ava Bean Mar 2016
I will die if I continue to wait for you to make up your mind.
Choose.
Ash M J Dec 2015
They tell me
choose, choose, choose
and I hide, because I'll
loose, loose, loose
if I
choose, choose, choose
I always do.
Hanna Mae Mata Oct 2015
I want to believe that
to love is a choice.
For when I glanced at you
for the first time,
I had all the chance
to look away.
But
I chose to look
a second longer
and there my world
has alienated
every single concept
that I knew about choice.
Paramount Pawn Aug 2015
I'm always left undecided
But decisions are just too much for me to bear
I always feel like choosing the other
Will make me feel like regretting the other choice
Now people choose for me
But who am I to say I don't like it
Because with so much time passing
No one would want to waste it
PrttyBrd Jun 2015
Choices
Between good and evil
Right or wrong
Are easy to discern
Those are the times
It is easy to choose
Choices
Lesser of two evils
Loss vs gain
To choose between
The best for those you love
Knowing the choice
Will never be equal
This is where the sky turns gray
The world becomes muddled
And the voices in your head
Pipe down momentarily
Choices
Left to heart born in logic
Choices
Between best for you or them
Choices
Your happiness or theirs
Choices...
Are never as easy as
Good and evil
Right or wrong
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Lauren Cole May 2015
There's a time to laugh,
and theres a time to cry,
but if we only ever cry,
then we'll soon surely die.

If we only ever laugh
we'll surely be seen as,
a mere sociopath,
who is too unattached,
to ever be sad.
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