The wind howls gently through the iridescent night, as a wandering man attempts to seek what1s right, his heart has been broken from things of unknown, for he1s torn between something that was never shown, as he picks up himself for the journey ahead, Is it her that I love, or maybe the other instead? I wish I could know, what the future does hold, but I shall not know, for I was never to be told... Living in confusion, he travels in search of what's real, what lies deep inside, and to whom does it feel, Shall I be the one who is hurt in the very end, or will it be over, and we'll still just be friends? He knows in his heart that he loves one indeed, but which does he want and which does he need, seek out the answer from deep inside of your heart, which one causes more pain when you are apart? In the end I know that it shall turn out all right, as the wind howls gently through the iridescent night...
Reason for writing:
This is a poem that is deticated to a friend of mine who is going through a hard time....
Birth sign: Aries
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