Two paths to choose from,
But can’t be chosen.
For I don’t know
Which way to go.
So I walk between the two,
As they grow father apart.
One I knew from my past.
A love and a loss of innocence.
Fake Beauty.
Only being seen on the outside.
Shy and extremely quiet.
With little, short conversations.
The other recently added.
A love for a perfect stranger,
But only perfect to me.
Being seen inside and out.
Outspoken and confident.
With long, elaborate conversations.
Not being able to choose
Between my past or possible future,
I get lost.
I keep walking,
Hoping to find a path.
After a short,
But lonely journey,
I find a path.
This path leading
To a bright future.
Full of love,
And adventure.