The Road...
He is tall, brown hair, brown eyes, dimples to die for could I want more? He is mine.... He is tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, He listens freely, yet doesn't judge me. He is hers... I've had them both, I belong to one. yet wanted the other, Am I wrong? Was it wrong? To take what you offered, no strings attached, to give and receive thoughts, desires, each other... Maybe I was, but now it's too late the damage done I'm forever changed... Again the test approaches which road will I choose? The road that leads to him is the road to you I lose..... Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 10:11 AM PST, Deborah Wolz 18 • 0 • 10
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