Torn Apart

Torn between two sides,
two incarcerated rides.
A prison enveloping what's real,
screaming at me what to feel.
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Two hearts, beating strong,
rhythmic in a war-cried song.
Two souls, yearning to be free,
two souls, resembling me.
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Two lives, ready to die,
hoping they may one day begin to fly.
One lovely rose, pure at heart,
suffering an unexpected jump start.
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Compassion battles anger,
one's a mystery, the other familiar.
A battle of dust, a battle of light,
forever graceful as a hummingbird's flight.
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Anger, compassion, wisdom, lust;
a single finale is surely a must.
One, two; those are my choices,
how can I choose with these misleading voices?
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One thin line carefully divides,
these two wonderful, sacred sides.
One for the good, and two for the bad,
my rose, in a vase, wilts just a tad.
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Two dreadful minds, destroyed by hate,
one final plea: "Oh, cruel fate!"
A single rose bleeds amongst the fright,
one broken heart, torn apart by night.