Confusion of a bound,
Clairvoyance all around.
What it is, it is astonishment-
The final concurrence:rather heady judgment.
Toss of affection here to there,
Priorities ajambled, but where?
Look to dancing eyes;
Now turn to brighter skies.
Analogy of a greater stance,
No more, not another chance.
I shall not make sense, it is not my way;
decipher my words, then my heart be at bay.
(good luck)
Please tell me what you think
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I think I might understand your poem. You drive me nuts by doing this, lol. I think that you're trying to figure things out. That for once in your life you're getting interest from all sorts of guys, and its all around you. You're surprised, I don't know why, I mean..you're amazing, but you are. And your final decision you're not sure about..but you're also biding your time with multiple people to see whats right. And the last of it kind of seems a challenge and a farewell to me. I guess its almost like...goodbye, go away. Is this your Dear John poem? I love you, btw Its written beautifully as usual.
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I don't understand it, dear. Its in sad and confused...and I know it can't be about me at all. Cause I can see the no more, not another chance. But I think you're trying to choose between the others. Am I close?
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