Divided
My heart surges through me
As the crescendo steeps.
Dancing until I drop
I’m a born stage prop.
I may not be the most beautiful
but my eyes will never dull
Every piece of me is on display
The feelings are such a wide array
I’ve never felt that way before
I can’t help myself from wanting more
I almost cried, thinking that this is the end
is that what God recommends?
He wouldn’t let me grow so close
then tear away where it hurts the most
I may not be the best
But life isn’t just a single test
It doesn’t have just one victor
Sometimes side characters earn much more
I remember how I felt freshman year
When the people I needed most would disappear
I don’t want to do that to anyone
Yet this isn’t a fight that can be won
I really don’t know what to do
Now that my heart is divided in two.
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