A man to my right,
a man to my left.
Which heart is right;
what to do with what's left?
One stirs my Lily,
the other sees my Jazz.
Feelings of today
but as for tomorrow,
they won't last.
They won't last.
They won't last.
They won't last.
I have a sneaking suspicion
that they might last.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
