There is a thought in the midst
Tucked away beyond the chaos, deep in the abyss.
A decision must be met, with unwavering confidence.
It must be met.
A smile as sweet, seen only once or so.
Eyes like that of the seas, mesmerizing.
A choice to be made.
Which one? Dost thou love?
Art thou lost amid thy own mind's
Madness?
Discontentment?
Or merely the third is what captures thy deepest void.
Within the folds of of fabric surrounding the walls of thy heart,
Is the voice of the one thy has chosen, yet-
Tis not meant to be.
For thy ist but a common flower amongst the brightly colored orchids.
Not in appearance, but in appeal.
The voice will never hear thy.
So, tis best thou returns to I.
I will never forsake thee.
Thou and Me,
Tis all I shalt ever need.
