Shaken
Choices.
Do I drop and pray for you,
do I shed tears for you,
do I sit and moan for you,
or raise a drink for you?
Choices.
You decide, to either give me fear,
or just remain sitting right here.
You have the choice.
Whenever you are ready,
I am good with either you make.
Right now our heart beats are steady.
Let mine not yours feel the shake.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
We all have choices but not all of us are good with whichever one is made. When one is good with either choice then one is at peace. A lovely write
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