At night, before you turn the lights off,
I want to be the last thing you see,
And If you ever shed a tear,
I'll kiss away the tears from your cherubic cheeks,
But even then I am afraid I may not love you as much as it seems,
I allude that to the fact that now,
I am forced to face the dilemma of the complexities within,
While I once bled for you, now I bleed for two,
If it were merely a fickle thing,
To weed out this stirring, would be an easy feat,
But I’ve come to know, my affection,
Is torn between the paths it seeks,
For while I still reach out to you,
Her voice is echoing through my sleep.
While I bleed for two, it haunts me still, this fracture that...