i lay in my bed as i struggle with my choice,
fearing not for me but my loves,
one is a wonderfull woman of eight and ten,
the other a shy man of seven and ten...
although it pains me to say it,
i must make my choice and not falter,
letting go of someone i love,
risking it all to be happy.
i stare at the fone as i cry,
wondering just why,
i felt as if i would die,
if i was not at his side.
it hurts to say that shes not the one,
but it hurts more if i cut the ties,
that hold him and i together,
and yet i dint know why.
thriugh the time ive been with her,
weve slowly began to change,
i wanting something different,
her not wan