There once was a girl who loved a guy and two girls, her soul was torn, and life seemed stressed. She couldn’t figure out who to choose. The guy came to the girl one day and told her how he felt, he confessed his love, and his obsession with her and left her with a kiss to the forehead. The girl cried a silent tear. The first girl came to the girl and told her of her lust for her, and the need to have her in her bed; she left her with a kiss to the neck. The girl cried. The second girl came to her and confessed to her, her love, she told her how she wrote poems about her and dreamt of her at night, she left her with a kiss on the cheek. The girl wept.
As the girl wept she wrote:
I loved you who obsessed over me, I dreamt of you each night
I leave you with a kiss on the forehead
I loved you who lusted for me, a silent sin we committed.
I leave you with a soft kiss to the neck.
I loved you who wrote for me, your poems released my juices.
I leave you with a passionate kiss to the cheek.
My heart was torn, my soul trampled.
I never thought I could’ve loved before.
And now that I have
And I cannot choose
My days here are now over.
She took a rag and wiped her forehead, neck, and cheek. Laid and placed the rag on top of her heart. She took a gun shot to the head, ending all her many thoughts.
From Me: Being torn can be a pain and this is how I feel, my heart feels like its climbing, way too many hills!
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