My gift, my curse
Each forming two halves of my heart
One side lets me love another so deeply
with passion
While the other won't let me tell the girl
I love how I feel to wards her.
My gift, my curse
Half of my soul is roaring from the tips of
mountains all my affections toward
her
Yet the other muffles it with fear and
embarrassment of denial
Both parts of my heart going
hand-in-hand with one another
Yet fighting the like an angel and demon
struggling the battle of good and evil
This is the heart I have been given
To walk this earth knowing that I
might never have another love
me back
My Gift
My Curse
