The Same

Torn between the right and wrong,
Decision to be made in not so long,
Decisive hands play, but can it deal,
When another girl gets what I feel.

Better done than me, but that's a guess,
Yet it's not my side that I forget,
The words you said so long ago,
Blazing sunlight; face in shadow.

Selfish, maybe, but not to impair,
Just know that I'll always be there,
Haunting the dark images of knives play free,
Not mine; of course, it's yours I see.

Blunt blades laugh a manic song,
Those of which spread so long,
Cerise they exist, together it's alleged,
Broken the instant after the pledge.

So stands your life, a metaphor it's said,
A smile for all the times you've bled,
In shadows I stand, pleading in vain,
A whole hearted effort, but it'll stay the same.