Between Choices

By Rura • February 19, 2006 12:17 UTC

I want to help you fly, But not away from me. I want what's best for you, But fear what that might be. There is no paradox More difficult than this: That I would die for you, Yet not give up your kiss. So do not mind my madness; Fly bravely, if you must: I'll watch you, happy in your joy, And teach my heart to trust.

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February 19, 2006 12:25Rura

This is for a friend, a different one, I still don't know the feelings about him. I would be so glad if he finds his destiny, his way.... I wanna help him, but I'm afraid what might come, what he might face for my fault... I don't wanna hurt him, just wanna see him safe. I can't explain...