Two conflicting voices
intermingle as twisted thoughts.
A sense of chaos is formed
plucking romantic strings.
First adoring emotions swell,
ripping through pulsing veins.
Through these enamored eyes,
he's all that could calm the soul.
Second comes heartbeats of malice,
that threaten exposure through skin
and facial expressions that betray lips;
analyzing his motives and every word.
This confusion of my weakened heart
threatens the sanity of cerebral thoughts.
His true intentions may never be known,
for his soul is just as blackened as mine.
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