October 13, 2011
My heart doesn’t know what it wants,
It’s torn between freedom,
Freedom and love.

Love makes my heart warm,
Love gives me butterflies,
Love holds me,
Even at my worst….

Sweet freedom.
The freedom to laugh with whoever I desire.
Hold anybody,
Without any,
Any explanation.
And then leave again,
For no reason….

When love is near,
I am Summer…
I am the pool-side breeze
I have that sweet vanilla ice cream taste.
I am warm,
My sunlight radiates upon the people I meet.
I am welcoming….

When freedom is near,
I am Winter.
I am the morning chill,
The chill that awakens you to a new day.
I am the snow,
How it dances across lawns,
Landing on everything it can possibly settle on.

My hearts wants both,
Summer and Winter…
These two will never meet.
What will I choose?
How can I choose?

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