Logic tells me to be unsure
People tell me to let go
Few tell me that its over
The rest tell me its close
Yet,
My heart tells me otherwise
Love tells me to hang on
Love tells me to hold on
And so it is
Everytime I mention her,
out of excitement
or dissapointment,
She's speechless
Yet, the very moment
a lover is mentioned
or a poem written
whether it be for me
or some other man
My heart beats
As though time's too short
Too short to fullfill my love
My logically wavering love
My senseless want
My love for her
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